Michael Jackson Imagines

Dear Michael

As the coolness of the night snakes along your spine and scuttles in-between your veins, you lay awake in bed a restless thing. There is a heaviness in your heart, a soft ache as it thumps underneath your skin and Michael Jackson t-shirt. It has been 10 years since he has passed, and despite only being a child when he died...you are now madly, deeply and unconditionally in love with him. You turn to your side, snuggling underneath the covers of your bed and closing your eyes. You begin to day dream of him, to loose yourself in his memory and fantasies that make you blush and your heart flutter. He meant everything to you, was the owner of your heart and in that moment...you suddenly had this urge to let him know just that.

Pulling back the covers, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and walk towards your desk located right by the window. Pulling out a piece of paper and pen, you nibble your lower lip as you contemplate on what to write...if you should even write him a letter. You suddenly feel embarrassed, silly and foolish at the idea that you were going to write a dead man a letter. You knew he wouldn't be able to read it...yet you had this hope inside you that maybe, just maybe the universe would find a way and he would.

Sighing, you tighten your grip on the pen and press its tip to the blank paper. You could feel tears in your eyes, feel your love from him ache inside you and suddenly...you no longer had to think about what to write him, for it just flowed out of you... as if your brain had shut down and your heart took full control.

To my dearest Michael,

I never got to meet you, but in this strange and foolish way...you seem to own my silly heart. I was only a child when you passed, a young and innocent soul who would dance to your music and sing along as if I was a super star in my own day-dream world. Yet I didn't fall in love with you until later, until I started university and became this lost and lonely fleck of dust that festered in the shadows. Yet you seemed to find me in that dark mist. You caressed my heart like no other artist or human creature ever had. I began to watch videos of you talking, reading about you until suddenly...my heart was no longer just in awe of your talent, but it was deeply, madly and unconditionally in love with you.

The messages that you aimed to spread, your complete selflessness and angel-like personality...you made my heart crumble and flutter and ache. You were too good for this world, an angel who was perhaps born in the wrong world. I sometimes wish that you would have protected your heart more, that you would have had that one person who held your heart and protected it as if it was the most important treasure on this earth. Because it was, it is. You inspire me every day to be a better person, to live my life with this purpose of spreading love, hope and faith. I owe everything to you, and I hate that I cannot hold you in my arms and tell you how much you mean to me, how special and rare you truly are.

Yet I make this promise to you now, whether you are looking down at me or I'm simply being a silly girl...foolishly wishing and dreaming that you are hearing my words, I promise you that I will live a life that aims to spread your messages of love, peace and hope. I get bullied for being too innocent, too childish and pure and naïve. I often feel so afraid to live in this world, but it is that fear that keeps my heart beating. Because I believe that my purpose is to make this world a better place, despite how I suffer, that I can continue spreading your messages and maybe one day...we'll meet in heaven and you'll take me in your arms and say that you are proud of me.

You are my light in the darkest of nights, that voice that makes me feel as if I am not alone in this frightening world. I have drowned in self-hatred, loneliness, anxiety and depression for so long...yet your ever-present soul always seems to comfort me, as if to say 'everything is alright, just keep breathing and racing that marathon of spreading love and hope.' I love you so much, more than I should be allowed to given that I haven't actually met you and for that I am sorry.

I hope you are happy where you are, that you are safe and dancing in your own perfect world created from your irresistible imagination. You are the strongest creature to ever walk this earth, the most selfless, talented, pure, innocent, ethereal and rare angel. I've never known where I fit, where I belong...I never had a home growing up...but now I know, that although this may sound silly, that you were my home, are my home. You deserve all the happiness, love and light, so much more than any reality could ever offer you.

And so, as you dance in the heavens and caress my foolish day-dreamers heart, I'll continue to walk this world...fighting for you, loving for you, hoping for you.

My darling angel, I love you.

All my love and more,

Your warrior of love, hope, innocence, purity and joy

Y/N

Your fingers tremble as the pen you hold falls from your fingers, landing with a soft thump against the tear stained paper. You lift your eyes to look out the window, to look past that glass and rain and clouds until you find him – that one star that shined brighter than all the others and suddenly, that heaviness in your heart lightens. For you suddenly know that he is here with you, that his heart is nestled inside yours – whispering that you are not alone and that he is right there with you, always and forever.

Biting your lip, you flick your gaze down to where your letter lay on the desk. Tears still ran down your cheeks, the tip of your nose burning. Carefully, you stand – folding the letter you wrote into a heart before opening the window and sighing at the breeze that cooled your flushed skin. Holding the letter out the window, you can feel the paper ruffle in-between your fingers, feel the wind pull at it...as if it was desperate to rip it from your fingers and carry it to its receiver, to Michael.

And so, closing your eyes and making a silent wish – you release the letter to the wind and the stars, to the heavens and to him as it floats through the skies and up to where he is loving you always, your constant protector and lover.

Your forever and always.

Your Michael Jackson.