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I know, I write alot. It helps though, trust me. I just write what comes to mind, it eases the pain when it's not all up in your head.

I became a fan of Michael when I was about 13 years old. I grew up rather lonely and always felt I was strange and that no one truly understood what it was like to see the world with different eyes. That is until I learned of the King Of Pop. Michael helped mold who I am as a person now, I would be nothing like I am without him.

When people ask me what it's like to be a Michael Jackson fan like I am, it's hard to put into words. I took some time to think about it, and came up with something. Being a Michael Jackson fan is like having magic with you at all times. You know how in movies when a child catches a fairy and that light and glitter sparkles from their hands when they look inside? It's like having that with you all the time. As an impersonator of Michael, when I prepared to take the stage, I'd take that magic out and it would veil over me and I felt alive with every cell of my being. Michael made me feel like I kept a special little secret with me at all times; when I heard his music, this feeling would come over me and I'd smile, knowing that song word for word and how important it was all around.

But even though Michael is gone, that magic hasn't left; it's still there, it's just wet with tears right now. The magic is forever within all of us, and we will always share and experience it with each other. Michael is in his own Neverland now, where no one and nothing can hurt him. Sometimes God needs more angels up above, and he took the brightest one of all. He is up there now, watching down on us, sitting next to James Brown and smiling. He's hanging his white socks and black loafers over the edge of the clouds, swinging his legs and laughing, tilting his fedora down and watching us with his black lined beautiful eyes, through his elegant curls that hung along his delicate face.

I know when I look up and see a sparkle in the sky it's him, truly walking on the moon. We will miss you as long as there is time Michael Jackson, you will be forever alive in our hearts. I love you so much, and I will never stop loving you.