Letters for the stars.

Dear Mika,

When I was 16, four years ago, my sister gave me her iPod during a long and boring trip in the car. She wanted me to hear a new song she discovered, 'Grace Kelly'. I liked it, hummed it for a couple of weeks, and forgot. But then I heard the rest, the rest that was made into an album that wasn't released yet, and I was kind of sold. Since then, I love you. Not in a creepy way, though.

First things first: you're hot. You're pretty, in a good manly way, and I love your curls, so please stop cutting them off. So, being hot is already a good start for making me a fan. But I'm not shallow or anyway.

Besides that, I think you are a truly wonderful human being. You're creative, funny, smart and most of all, intelligent. You know about things, about the world. You already lived your life to the fullest, and makes the most of everything, even though some bad things have happened to you. You're the classical example of success.

And of course, your music, where it's all about. It's clever, happy, deep, sad and new. Refreshing. You must know that my attention in you dropped a little since not hearing from you in 2011 (except for Elle Me Dit ofcourse, which is fun), but I'll never lose all my interest in you. I guess youth idols stay in your heart forever. Without being melancholic and all.

Love, me