I sat in my seat on July 28th with my normal pre-concert nervousness and excitement. Little did I know what was in store for the summer. 

When  you first graced that stage in the black leather jacket is when I knew this was going to be a summer I would never forget. For you, Mr. Aiken, this summer is nothing more than your normal routine. But for us, this was something much more extraordinary. With each night, you made us fall more and more in love with you, your voice, and your personality, which most of us didn't even know was possible. The purpose of this is really to thank you.

Thank you for everything you've done for me. Thank you for this summer. Each concert brings memories. Each concert gives me the opportunity to meet with more and more wonderful people. This is all thanks to you. For without you, I would not be the person I am today. July 28th marked the start of something amazing. I was not expecting to see you 6 times this summer. They all just fell into my lap, in a sense. It was YOU that caused me to come back. Seeing you at GMA was nothing short of amazing, as well. I love how your true personality shines through. Off camera, you chat and joke with the audience, but as soon as those cameras are rolling, we come in contact with "Professional Clay". You give so much to us.

You allow us to see who you truly are, and no other artist in the business is that way. That's one of the many reasons I can say I'm proud to be a fan of yours. You let us get a peek inside your heart, your soul, and everything you represent. The energy you emit from the stage night keeps us all satisfied yet still eager for more. You entertain us. It seems so natural to you. You do it with ease and grace. Mr. Aiken, will you ever know what an impact you've had on me? Each night is unforgettable, incredible, amazing. There aren't ever going to be enough words to describe the joy and happiness you've brought to my life.

Thank you for sharing your gift with me, with us, with the world. Without you, I don't know where I'd be today. Thank you for the music. Thank you for the dancing. Thank you for your voice. Thank you for being YOU. You bring light to so many people's lives. The way you joke around on stage like you know us all personally. The way you can look in one vast area and every person there thinks you're looking at them.

The way your smile makes me feel. The way you share your gift with us. The way your voice seems flawless, night after night. The way you can take music from before your time as well as mine and make it sound brand new. I could go on forever with reasons why I love you. Reasons why I keep coming back for more. Reasons why I'll love you forever. Reasons why you light up my life. As I took my seat again on September 1st, I knew the feeling would be bittersweet. Of course, the night would be amazing, because you'd make sure of it. But, everyone there knew it was the end.

The end of a journey NONE of us could ever dream of forgetting. The end of a journey that consisted of LOVE, LIGHT, HAPPINESS, FRIENDSHIPS, HOPE, PEACE, and KINDNESS. The lights dimmed. . The jukebox started and YOU. YOU came onto to the stage. Snapped those fingers for the last time. and from that point on, I was dead. The tears began. I didn't want it to end. You smacked the jukebox for the last time. and you SANG. You sang like I've never, ever seen you sing before. You put your heart and soul and everything you've got into those songs. You've never sounded better. You looked fantastic. Like you'd been sleeping for hours beforehand. Your eyes gleamed with joy and you smiled countless times. Your face was glowing. You were just as excited as we were. I love that about you.

You interacted with the audience in a way I've never seen you interact before. For the first time ever, I felt as though YOU knew I was there and you didn't want me to leave. There's something about you. It's true, your voice is one of a kind. But that personality--you could sing Barney songs and I'd still be back for more. Your laugh is contagious, causing ME to laugh every time. The night went on as it normally would have, with a few tweaks here or there. Tears Run Dry came along. I don't think my eyes were dry at all during this song. Thousands of people snapped their light sticks and waved them. for YOU. To show our gratitude for this opportunity.

 I will never forget the look in your eyes when we first started waving them. You looked so thankful. So grateful, but really, Mr. Aiken, we're the ones who should be thanking you. The evening came to an end and as you saluted us, the tears began again. "GOOD NIGHT, AMERICA!" was what came out of those lips. You smacked that jukebox for the very last time and the confetti poured down upon us. What a night! A night I will cherish. A night that will always remain one of the best nights of my life. Good night, Mr. Aiken. I woke up on Friday with a sense of peacefulness and gratitude in my heart.  There will never be enough words to describe how grateful I am for you. I thank God for you. And if you choose to stop singing tomorrow, I will accept that. Why? Because I love you that much. Thank you for using your voice. Thank you for inspiring me to use mine. Thank you for this summer! Thank you for being YOU. God Bless you. See you this Christmas. Oh, and Mr. Aiken, I completely agree when you say you're not perfect. But, you're the closest to perfect that there will ever be. . .