Since his death, I haven't cried, but last night after the live footage, my eyes were filled with tears for the first time since. But it lasted a few seconds when I can feel Michael's spirit inside me telling me everything's alright. He's at peace now and he can't be hurt anymore.
Although I never got a chance to see him in person, he still touched my heart.
Since June 25, my life was never the same. However, when I turn on the music or watch some footage, I can still feel the magic. Michael Jackson was the one who I looked up to more than any other entertainer since I was six years old back in 1989. 20 years later, 26 years old now, that feeling is stronger than ever.
Even when I do karaoke (it's been two years since I started), I sing Michael's songs most of the time. I can totally feel his spirit, even while he was still here with us. My personality is somewhat the same as Michael's: I'm shy, but when I perform, I'm not. I'm a lover, not a fighter.
I tried not to pay too much attention to the media since they never give him respect. Even to this today, I still can't understand why they can't just let it be.
My spirit was always there and there was no reason why I should feel guilty about anything. Even when Michael did things I didn't agree with, I never turned my back on him.
Michael is still alive somewhere and he will always forever live within me.