"Before you judge me, try hard to love me."

I just woke up from my real quick nap and cannot get my dream out of my head. I was at Michael's funeral, and his entire family was there. I was holding him, just squeezing him as hard as I could, and he was still alive. I was crying uncontrollably but I felt so much love and such a bond with him. I left for a minute and then found Michael again in the hallway. I went up to him to give him a kiss on the cheek, but instead he turned and kissed me on the lips. The Michael section of the dream ended there, but that is one dream I will never--and never want to--forget. I think, in some strange way, somehow, that was really Michael coming to me. I do believe in Heaven or Hell, and I know Michael is in a better place, and I am so glad I got to meet him in my dream the way I wanted to see him in this world; as my love.

I love you MJ. Forever.

My King