I miss you Michael. I miss the times we shared, the nights we spent talking about life. I miss watching you write lyrics with Andrew or just by yourself, if you or I said something and you'd rush to get your note book to write it down. I miss your hugs, your sweet scent. I miss the feel of your soft hair when I went to run my hands in it. I miss your laugh, or when you used to laugh at your own jokes, or your sarcastic comments. I never knew happiness until I met you, and I lost that happiness when you went. You were my best friend. You still are. I miss your letters to me asking me when I'm free to see you. I miss your calls and your sweet kisses on my forehead when it was my least favourite time, to say goodbye. I loved you very much. I still do. Right from the time you where 18, all the way till you were 37, I loved you through thick and thin. I think about you every, just little things, like if I walk through a park I always think "Remember that time when Michael and I..." I always listen to your voice in the songs you wrote, I try to avoid the Elegantly Wasted album because it always makes me cry, but then again all of your music does. I love you and miss you. I'll see you at the gates of heaven when it's my time to go. Love always, "your" Gracie xxx