Michael Jackson has loved Diana for as long as he could remember. Will a young man's crush turn into more? Will the object of his affection return his feelings? Read to find out.

Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain. "Get out!" I shouted. "These are the last tears I'll never cry for you." So you left. I waited hours, but you didn't return. That night by myself I cried tears of frustration. I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say. Thinking of your voice, I cried tears of loneliness. I waited months, but you left no sign for me. In the depths of my heart, I cried tears of despair. How strange that all these tears could not wash away the hurt. Then one thought of love pierced my bitterness. I remembered you in the sunlight, with a smile as sweet as May wine. A tear of gratitude started to fall, and miraculously, you were back. Soft fingers touched my cheek, and you bent over for a kiss. "Why have you come?" I whispered. "To wipe away your last tear," you replied. "It was the one you saved for me."

Michael and Diane have always been in Love , it was meant to be, nobody , no one can change this. People and circumstances came into their lives and passed. Their everlasting love remained. To this day!

A collection of stories that celebrate Michael Jackson - and the black women that loved him. [18+ sexual content, drug reference] *INDEFINITE HIATUS*