There are days when your absence physically hurts. The more I think about you the more it hurts. The more I listen to your music, the more I watch videos, interviews, the more addicted I am, the more it hurts.
But I keep doing this because every time I see something new about you. I became addicted of "discovering" you Michael. I know so much about you and still I feel I miss something, maybe something of essence.
I keep placing you up on that pedestal (never before I "worshiped" somebody else with so much love, it gives me a sort of guilty pleasure, I imagine I could kiss your feet) and I keep taking you down from time to time and think of you like of the most special friend I could ever have.
I keep looking for the real you but you are so complex, so unexpected that I am never sure I really came to know you. I keep looking for that "something" to define your essence once and for all, I am looking for that "something" to finally "link" you with no shadow of a doubt by mysterious "friends" or insiders.
You hide too well.