Michael, everytime I write to you and tell you that I miss you and I love you...
this is not something new, because you already know I miss you all the time. but I really had to write this, 'cause when you alive, I never said I love you... you know how much I regret it? I regret so so much... more than once I tell myself... “I love you” I would tell you that again and again if I could see you one more time...
But I can only see you in my dreams...
Several times, you came to me in my dream, you said:“Don't be sad now, just close your eyes until it's through... hold my hand my dear you'll be fine... I'll be up there watching over you... For the times I'll be gone, don't ever forget the words I whispered to you... please don't cry... smile for me... Remember, I'll always love you...” You always told me that you love me before I tell you I love you...
The seventh year, and I can't imagine you've gone seven years, because of my pain & my tears never stop...it has always been there...
No matter how many times I tell myself that this pain & sorrow will pass, but any about you a picture, a song, a quote, a thought comes that thought goes away...
I feel I was half not whole, I could feel my heart break, only emptiness filled my soul...tears like rain falling from my eyes, I can't stop thinking about you, even if I try my hardest not to... I can't leave this saddest feeling...
Michael, whatever I do, it seems in vain, all in vain, I still live in the pain of losing you...