If Michael Was Reading This Thread...What would you say?

...........................:cheeky:Michael do you love us?................................
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:heart:Michael
my mind doesn't work anymore. i do not know how i feel and i just don't know what to say? what to beg for?

"please take there :heart:Michael?"
"please come back my love. will You?"
"please stay with me love. please don't leave."
"Can i talk to You? will You talk to me one day?"
"can i really hug You like that one day :heart:Michael?"
....

what should i do... i can't understand.
live or die... die? maybe i dont even worth dying.


???????

"...take away this never-ending sorrow
take this lonely feeling from my soul..."




 
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:heart:Michael
my mind doesn't work anymore. i do not know how i feel and i just don't know what to say? what to beg for?

"please take there :heart:Michael?"
"please come back my love. will You?"
"please stay with me love. please don't leave."
"Can i talk to You? will You talk to me one day?"
"can i really hug You like that one day :heart:Michael?"
....
what should i do... i can't understand.
live or die... die? maybe i dont even worth dying.

???????
"...take away this never-ending sorrow
take this lonely feeling from my soul..."


HEY Hun :better:

Please keep your head up dear...

:tease:Michael wouldn't want you to be that sad and lonely :tease:
Just call out his name and 'feel' his "presence"...

Sending you :wub: to you...


 
I miss you, Mike.
I am so sorry I couldn't reach you while you were here with us. We miss you so much. Everyday. We really, really do. Did you know how much we loved you? I guess I was not even aware of how much I loved you till it was too late. And I hate me for that :(
 
My dearest Michael... :give_rose: :heart:


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:give_heart: to Michael.


Well :blushing:, I just want to say but you be in my heart, my thoughts and my prayers... :angel:I also have their three precious angels (PPB :wub:) also in my heart, my thoughts and my prayers... FOREVER. :angel: :heart: Be sure, my dear. :wub: I miss you my dear .... every day. :cry: *big sigh*
 
HEY Hun :better:

Please keep your head up dear...

:tease:Michael wouldn't want you to be that sad and lonely :tease:
Just call out his name and 'feel' his "presence"...

Sending you :wub: to you...


i dont wanna be sad either but just can't help....
this never-ending sorrow, this lonely feeling in my soul... nothing is getting better and i am so sorry, i dont mean to be rude but i am sick of advices.

what's the use? nothing.

i am waiting for Him to call my name and i wi'' go running, not me call His name. i dont expect :heart:Michael to come and calm me. it's not His duty but if He is in need, i sure will be therw with Him.

i don't know, u get it?
 
:heart:Michael
what really happened love? do You know? i didn't see anything, didn't feel a thing or can't recall just any detail.

were i refused or...?


oh.... just another BIG "I DON'T KNOW" is added to my life.

but it's okay, honey... don't worry love, nothing is Your fault and no one dares to blame You.


just remeber that i love You UNconditionally.
 
Your name was the name I uttered as I lay dying, but why? Why did you not come and take me, as I hoped you would, so that I would no longer be part of the madness--I longed for your hand, to heal the wounds he and the rest of the world have so liberally inflicted upon my being. I wanted you to mend me, to fix me, but can you fix me?

I remain convinced that it was you who arranged for my life to be saved--no other explanation seems so clear. I could have been dead, in fact, I should be dead right now--the way things should have progressed...I should have been in a coma, and no one would have known of the events until it was too late to do anything about it. That is the way fate had arranged for things to go, but you acted otherwise, surely, for some reason. After all, it was your flowered name I called time and time again throughout the duration of my suffering, as they brought me back from the abyss.

I am convinced there must be a reason why you wanted me to live, why you thought the hereafter could--in fact, had to wait. Is there something you need of me? I remain certain that you are more than sympathetic to my suffering--that you can see we are all suffering, that we are tired, that we are more than justifiably exhausted of it all, the petty empty continuation of events, the perpetual motion.

I wish you could tell me why you saved me, and what I can do for you now that I am here.
 
In the sum of all my years, you remain the only human being who has never betrayed me or let me down in some way. I don't know how to express sufficient gratitude for that. In death, I feel you, almost as strongly as I feel losing you. One ought to wonder why only the beautiful perish. Those who are left, no matter how I look at it, are so ugly and tarnished when compared to you.

I wish I could join you, for it is clear I have no place in this world. Yet, as per usual, they won't let me live, but they won't let me leave. It's a horrible limbo state which drives me insane--society is absolutely horrendous and I want none of it. None of it at all. Your heart was pure and your eyes were wise, you were the symbol of benevolence. The rest are so petty and dishonest, I dare not believe in anyone else but you.

To attempt to stray from that which was true was my fatal error. I attempted to believe in mortal men once more, but turned up empty. I should know better than that by now, having placed my hand on the stove enough times to leave burns to last me a lifetime.

You are, in this darkest of hours, my sole consolation. My prince, as always, saving me from my demise once again. You're the rope which binds me together. You're my hope for a better world, because, somewhere, there is a better world. There's something beyond these grey clouds on my horizon, above this rain of bitterest sorrows which incessantly pours down on me. I see your face, as bright as the sun, forever in my heart but ever out of touch.

And I wait for the day when this is no more, and I can find a home in your eyes.
 
My dearest Michael.... :give_rose: :give_heart:


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"Credo che l'maore sia come un flusso che non s'interrompe mai. Vai e viene. Fa dei giri larghi, a volte sparisce dalla visuale, ma c'è. Non c'è un prima. Non c'è un poi. C'è il mentre. Forse somiglia all'arcobaleno che ci divertivamo a colorare con le dita." > Book Cercasi Niki disperatamente by Federico Moccia :girl_give_heart:


I heard this song (Only Hope > A Walk to Remember movie soundtrack) today and I thought of you....


[youtube]0ofeDruIwTM[/youtube] Think of you... every day and forever. :wub:


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sooooooooooooo much.... FOREVER!!!! :girl_in_love:



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I miss you... every day...... :cry: *big sigh*
 
Dearest Michael! :give_heart:

If only I were sure that you know how much we(I) miss you! :girl_sigh:
If only I found a way to relief this unbearable sadness and pain! 'Cause I'm not happy anymore and I don't know how to be either! :cry:

If only I knew you're not suffering anymore or in peace...

Pardon me for being skeptical, pardon me for being athiest; I don't know what to believe anymore...
 
:heart:Michael
today i thought that i may start a new way and live as if it never has happened, You have not gone and that You are still here, ... kinda like foolin myself hardly and that i am the only one now allowed to see Your new pictures... and everything.

but it is till painfull ... gee i dont know know what to do. it hurts... i feel no good at all.

maybe its not about help me, help you thing but... just what i feel... i feel no peace and i know how i can have it but there is just no way i cant get it...

i simply wanna know where You are, how You feeling, how You doing? and that You are all okay. i asked fo this from God sicne the first day... and i am not sure yet.


i am worried... and thats gonna kill me... it did once, and i am not allowed to let it kill me for another time.

so please...











anyway, maybe i should not beg You after all.
ive gone all crazy.
 
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