I've loved her from the days when I used to admire her on the pages of fashion magazines as I was growing up.
I am oblivious to the scandals and gossip surrounding her, paying attention only to her unique look.
I missed her when she disappeared from public view.
I was surprised to learn that she had turned to music and even more surprised to find that she wasn't half bad.
I was stunned to see her marry the President of France and pained to see her reduced to wearing those kitten heels and matronly outfits that failed to reflect her personality.
I was relieved to see that, even in this formal wear, she was still interesting.
I was happy for her when her pregnancy was announced.
And, finally, I was delighted to see her as guest editor and guest star on the cover of the December '12/ January '13 edition of Vogue Paris. With beautiful photography inside that shows a return of her former self and offers a glimpse of her melancholic beauty.
So yes, I confess - I have a soft spot. Can you blame me?