Billboard 1993
Sometimes it’s hard for me to write about Whitney, and I don’t know why. It’s not because I don’t want to write about her and that’s for sure. Sometimes I still can hear her voice inside my conscious saying something like these words: “You be yourself.” It’s like she’s not really gone. Sometimes her voice is encouragement. It’s like she’s around and knowing what’s going on with me. When I was heavily writing about her, sometimes her spirit didn’t want me to. Maybe she thought I was grieving, and I was sometimes whenever I thought of her. Her performance and hearing her sing never grows old with me. She’s forever young. I sometimes feel as if I didn’t lose her. I felt as though I had nothing when she was gone.
