My letter to Marilyn;
I am unable to recall the first time I saw your face. I simply always knew who Marilyn Monroe was, as if you were always a part of my life. I was at first fascinated by your beauty, I saw something more than the sex symbol they created you into, I was an innocent, young girl who saw something more meaningful in your eyes.
As time went on I began to learn more about you, realizing that my first thoughts about you were right, you were more than what they painted you out to be. Everything you had, you fought for, nothing was handed to you on a plate. Your life was twisted with sadness, you were misunderstood, to great for your time.
Yes, you were taken from us to early, but I think we should be glad that this somewhat cruel world had you for a while, when we certainly didn’t deserve you.
50 years since you left us your spirit still lives on and I, for one, am certainly happy to say I saw the real girl, Norma Jeane, when the rest saw Marilyn Monroe.