You've left me Speechless Lady GaGa. For the past 18 months i've sat back and watched the spectacle you've put on from the world. You've kept me captivated from start to present.

I have to admit, when Just Dance first hit the radio, I was somewhat skeptical. I thought, great, another pop star, and I didn't pay much attention. But then my dad showed me an article about you in the Newspaper, it was in the Guardian or The Times or such like I think; the details are irrelevant. What did matter though was the articulate manner which you carried yourself with throughout the entire, somewhat condescending interview. I thought good job GaGa, and whilst at this point I didn't think myself a fan, you had earned some kudos in my book.

Then you showed me your Poker Face. I became immensely interested. I couldn't remember the last time I had heard a pop song written as well as this one. From the infectious chord progression at the beginning to the anthemic loop at the end, there isn't a beat out of place. I was more than impressed. Then came the video. I started noticing some discrepancies from the standard pop star. The continued usage of the Bowie lightning bolt seemed more than just a coincidence now, the television glasses, the beautiful clothes. It was alien but familiar. I liked it, I liked it a lot.

I didn't really hear much from you for a few months after this, I was out of the UK and out of reach of pop culture. Thus I missed the media frenzy caused by your Paparazzi. However, whilst waiting in a room with internet, with about 15 minutes to kill, I decided to listen to Poker Face again on YouTube, I open up my MacBook, login to YouTube and type Lady GaGa into the search bar, When I see the results, a little spark of excitement ignites in my chest.

I see a new track, Paparazzi. Then I see the view count and the video length, my curiosity heightens. I click the link and watch. I watch as you dance your stage for 7 minuets and 11 seconds, without putting a foot wrong. I am now most definitely, a fan. After the credits had rolled I sat back and tried to absorb what I had just seen. The penny clicked. I hit replay and watched the whole thing again. But there was one more twist in the tale, the acoustic rendition. My mind was blown. I cursed myself for doubting you before and made note to research when I got home.

I read about your origins in NYC, your influences and inspirations. I noticed your ambition and your ambiguity. I began to understand that you were far removed from any other pop star that I knew of. I started my analysis of all your work and I was thoroughly impressed by your ability to combine pop with fine art.

I remember the first time I talked to someone else about you after this series of revelations. I was nervous, nor for me, but you. I was nervous that it wouldn't click like it has for me, like they might not understand you. I had in length conversations about you with my friend Ross. We talked in depth about the nature of your music and your performances and we reached the conclusion that you would most likely die on stage.

Then you did. VMA, 2009. You were killed by your fame. It was tragic and beautiful. We watched it back countless times. analyzing the costume, choreography, the crutch and wheelchair girl. It marked a new level in my admiration of you. It remains one of my favorite live performances to date.

The came our Bad Romance and the dawn of the Little Monsters. I was quick to observe the monster community and see how it would develop. Bad Romance was another phenomenal pop track on par with Poker Face and Paparazzi. However, despite the pop mastery of the song, I think my biggest memory of that song is running through the streets of Glasgow with my friend Ross, drunk out our minds, serenading each other with each verse. I messed up the french part though. The video also marked a new mile stone. It was a truly world class output, it showed the experience that your critics had accused you of lacking. It spat in the face of those who called you a one hit wonder.

I got the Fame Monster as soon as it came out. It dominated my iPod from then until now. Each track on there is polished and perfected within an inch of its life. After my first listening, Monster and Bad Romance were my favorites, after the second, it was Dance In The Dark and Telephone and by the third it was Speechless and Alejandro. Each track on there is so distinct, that every time I listen to it I think of it differently each time. I devoured the CD though, analyzing each track, lyric, tempo change, synth choice and reference. It kept my appetite satisfied for quite some time.

But then began the Telephone hype. I waited with baited breath for weeks for more details. I began imaging what it would be like. It became my temporary favorite track. You started teasing us with hints and teasers The wait become unbearable. And then you gave us a date. 14 days away. Those 14 days were some of the longest in my GaGa history, And then it arrived. I stayed up until 5 in the morning to see that video. I was the 32nd to see it. You didn't disappoint.The video was so ridiculously self indulgent; it practically drowned itself in indulgences, and then you danced over it's corpse, draped in an American flag. It was beautiful.

However shortly after Telephone, I had a somewhat bizarre experience. I realised how much I love and admire you. And the realised that you have no idea about this. I really was temporarily heart broken. It seemed so tragic. But then, after talking about it with the Little Monster community I realize you do know. You know fine well how much I love you Lady Gaga. From that day on i've proudly considered myself a Little Monster.

So today I raise my hand to you. I say long live Lady GayGay. You amaze me. I love you Lady GaGa. I'm your biggest fan. I'll follow you until you love me. Your my biggest superstar. Promise i'll be kind, but I won't stop until you're mine.