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To say we are deeply saddened today is an understatement. And what is hurting us even more is the response her untimely death is eliciting from a lot of people.
What we want more than anything is for people to know the Amy Winehouse that we knew.
She was clearly troubled, but there was not an ounce of evil in her body. She was not a bad person. She just surrounded herself with bad people.
Amy Winehouse was one of the sweetest people we have ever met, and it is such a tragedy that the world has lost such an incredible talent.
We remember all the times we spent with Amy and the thing she wanted more than anything else in this life was not fame and fortune but somebody to love her. That's a deep desire we had in common and would talk about a lot.
She dreamt of cooking for her man and starting a family. She'd share her favorite recipes and dream of simpler life.
Oh, and she loved music. A lot!
One time, we went with her to a record store, she asked an employee where the soul section was and then Amy proceeded to buy 10 random CDs at once. Well, Perez actually paid because her credit card didn't work! Ha
Amy also was such a thoughtful friend. One of our most cherished possessions is framed platinum plaque that she sent us for our birthday a couple of years back of her megahit album Back To Black, and inside she had signed the record with a "heart" Amy.
We will forever hold that close to our heart and we will always remember the good times we spent with her.
And, what we hope for more than anything is… even if people didn't get to know the real Amy Winehouse, like we did, and fall in love with her and her childlike innocence… we hope that what people remember the most is her catalogue of timeless songs.
That lives on! Forever
 
Perez Hilton
http://perezhilton.com/2011-07-23-perez-hilton-remembers-amy-winehouse

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