Note: I do this to vent. This is simply my point of view. English is not my native language so I'm sorry if I make some mistakes.
I'm devastated, I can't stop crying. Last Saturday I was telling a friend that Acchan was sick and that I wish It was me because I didn't want anything to happen to him, thinking that it was just a simple cold.
The most beautiful person, of unreal beauty, inside and out, in the end, it turned out that he was a mortal.
For me, you have never been just a great artist, you are the reflection of all my love. The person who made me feel understood, who made me think that my personality was not that strange and accept it, since seeing it reflected in you, an authentic divinity, felt so good. Although both of us being criticized for being introverts and not reacting as we are supposed to.
I loved listening to your reflections and experiences that seemed stolen from me, as if we had shared the same feelings. You always make me travel to another world when I put my headphones on and listen to your music, like last night, before I knew anything.
You’re the reason for my hair, my style and the importance and awareness I give to life. I’ll be eternally grateful that you influenced my vision of it and made me want to live it until I am an old woman, giving the utmost importance to my passion.
Your music has made me reflect about LIVING for so many hours, also that there is only one opportunity to live, to dedicate hours of pleasure to my passion, to value my loved ones.
Just on Saturday I also told my friend that I couldn't die yet, that one of my reasons was to meet you. I wish I could have done it and told you all this.
I don't think there is anything beyond this life, but today I want it to be like that and I wish you are with your friend Issay.
Thank you for everything, rest in peace, the love of my life, my soul mate, Atsushi Sakurai ❤️
