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To George Michael

Dear George,

I was shocked to read the news that you passed away. That was not expected at all! It is such a loss. You were one of my best friends, though we never met! My good friend is dead!
You know you don't have to meet someone to be friends with. But, if their words affect the way you grow that is even a better reason to become friends, at one side of course!
You taught me good music, added to my vocabulary, emotions, self respect, caring for others, you taught me how to be human!

I get consumed in my day to day life, years pass while am trying to maintain a "good" life. Confusions, disappointments, heartbreaks, but I always knew I got my back. I would always turn to you when I felt the urge to let my emotions rush out of my heart. 

Now I feel old, one of my best friends is already dead. I am not a young woman anymore, only a middle aged stuck in this world. I lost my youth over fake people and lost dreams. 

Regret, is what I feel writing this, one of my dreams as a teenager was attending one of your concerts. And though I have been to the UK twice before, I never considered attending any concert for you! You were my good friend but maybe I was not as good as you after all! It is funny how I forgot yourself, trying to make a life, trying to fit. But, I only realised I were lost when it is too late! You are gone!

Maybe, I can make good use of this shock, and get back on track. Get back on the road that I have always wanted to take. Get back to the one I really am. And whenever I feel tired, I know you will be there for me. 

So long George, see you in a better world than this is...

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  1. Awesome Naela, I swear I catched a tear or two were about to go down my eyes while I was reading.

    Although I'm not much fan with George Michael, but it really touched me, I felt the same feeling when Michael Jackson passed away, it was exactly as what you mentioned here dear.

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