Just Blowing, Blowing Kisses.....
Michael's first concert in Bangkok on the second led of the Dangerous Tour. He was great. Wonderful. Electrifying. Magic.
One whole year without him was forgotten in the blink of an eye. He was there. I was there. Back together again. Forgotten that 50,000 people shared these moments.
„I'll reach out my hand to you“
Smiling Michael stood on the left side of the stage looking to his right. I was at his right so, hell yeah I reached out too!! My imagination was running wild already thinking he was looking at me, singing to me. (I am certain every one around me thought the same thing!!)
„I'll have faith in all you do“
He started walking over towards my side, moved his arm up and...pointed.
To ME? No, no, no, no. Wait... To MEEEE????
Why the hell would he point at me? Was he pointing at me? Maybe he was just pointing into our direction? Nah, he surely could not point at me. There were others he would point at...W & W, H & M.....
On the other hand, if his aura could catch you via a TV screen, how could you not know when it was meant for you? I knew what I felt, so, I blew him a kiss.
And then the unimaginable thing happened: This gorgeous, wonderful, and perfect man blew a kiss back to me. Michael blew me a kiss. From his stage. At this song. He answered. So clearly that all doubt disappeared.
No moon did rise, no star did fall, and no sun was born that moment, but I felt like all of these things had just happened. Remebering it now makes me want to cry, of happiness, of sadness, of utter bliss, of utter loss.
Memories light the corners of my mind, misty water-colored memories of the way we were....