I played your songs when I was in bed sick for days, thinking I was dying. I played your songs at my birthday party. And I played your songs as I sat on the patio, watching the local kampung kids cycle past my house.
I fantasized about meeting you, taking a picture with you, and becoming the envy of all my friends.
I was 8 years old then.
15 years later, I bought a compilation of your best songs for my boyfriend for Valentine's Day, because he loves you as much as I do.
Neither of us would have ever guessed that merely a few months later, you'd be gone.
RIP Michael.
You've been part of my life, and always will be.
