Nah! It's not a love letter from Michael Jackson. It's a 'love letter' written to me by my very own Michael, in the 80's. Notice the folds of the ageing paper? Even the way Mike folded it was darn 'stylo mylo' lah (stylish).
It's the lyrics of 'The Lady in My Life' from MJ's Thriller Album. Mike loves singing and I've been told he's got a pretty good voice and we loved Michael Jackson together.
MJ's Thriller album was the rage then and it was light years ahead of competition. People stayed home just to catch the premier of his videos. Our home copied videos circulated no end (in fact, that was how Mike and I ended up together eventually) and our home copied cassette tapes were played and rewound until the tapes snapped. Apart from scaring apeshit out of me with his rendition of Thriller (whilst prancing and moonwalking around me in circles) along dark Edgware Road in Seletar Camp one night, Mike would croon the ballads into my ear.
Being one of those teenage idols, Mike even 'invested' in a pair of expensive, glossy, what he called, 'Michael Jackson shoes' from C.K. Tang! It really seems like only yesterday and I remember those days of Michael Jackson's music playing at our weekend 'functions' (parties) so clearly. Yet, it's not yesterday anymore and Michael Jackson (Bless His Soul) is no more.
Anyway, I digress. Mike's always said he's not good at expressing himself (yah, that's why I'm the one blogging) and he'd given me two such letters; copying song lyrics by hand. I believe the other song is 'Lady' by Lionel Richie.
It stirred my heart no end in the past. I still think it's sweet because ahem...such letters have become a thing of the past after nearly 2 decades of marriage!!! To be fair to him, he did sing it again (to me, he said) last night when it was shown on cable's MTV channel. Though I'm trying (it's difficult) to place less importance on physical ownership of items, I'll always treasure these letters. Simply priceless! Love you, Michael (and Michael).
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