l9vefngs

Dear Michael,
          	
          	Sixteen years ago, I was only three, and you were fifty.
          	I remember my mom listening your songs every single day. She loved to listen “Billie Jean” or “Remember The Time” like she was on stage, and there I was doing the “hee hee” and dancing in my mom’s arms.
          	That’s how I met you: through her love for your music, that’s how you walked into my life and never left. (Thanks mama. And yes, she still loves you).
          	
          	Sixteen years ago u were taken from us, and even as a little kid, I started crying because I missed you.
          	Now I’m nineteen, and I still miss you every day.
          	Heaven is shining because of u, and down here, we keep playing your songs over and over to show our love.
          	
          	I’m so sorry for what happened to you.
          	You didn’t deserve to leave like that, not with so much pain, not with so much injustice, not leaving three special kids.
          	You know, there’s still a part of me that believes (or maybe just hopes) that one day you’ll show up and say: “Hey guys, I’m alive! Just kidding!” but you’re not joking, aren’t u? 
          	
          	Still, whether you’re alive in spirit or in soul, you are here in my heart.
          	I love you yesterday, today, and always, my beautiful angel.
          	
          	With all my heart,
          	Ana.
          	
          	(sorry bout my english, I’m not fluent )

l9vefngs

Dear Michael,
          
          Sixteen years ago, I was only three, and you were fifty.
          I remember my mom listening your songs every single day. She loved to listen “Billie Jean” or “Remember The Time” like she was on stage, and there I was doing the “hee hee” and dancing in my mom’s arms.
          That’s how I met you: through her love for your music, that’s how you walked into my life and never left. (Thanks mama. And yes, she still loves you).
          
          Sixteen years ago u were taken from us, and even as a little kid, I started crying because I missed you.
          Now I’m nineteen, and I still miss you every day.
          Heaven is shining because of u, and down here, we keep playing your songs over and over to show our love.
          
          I’m so sorry for what happened to you.
          You didn’t deserve to leave like that, not with so much pain, not with so much injustice, not leaving three special kids.
          You know, there’s still a part of me that believes (or maybe just hopes) that one day you’ll show up and say: “Hey guys, I’m alive! Just kidding!” but you’re not joking, aren’t u? 
          
          Still, whether you’re alive in spirit or in soul, you are here in my heart.
          I love you yesterday, today, and always, my beautiful angel.
          
          With all my heart,
          Ana.
          
          (sorry bout my english, I’m not fluent )