All My Life

Hello there.

Today, I'd like to talk about love.

When I was dying, or rather being poisoned to kill the thing trying to kill me before either killed me, I remember driving.

Up and down.

An hour each way.

Over and over.

To the poison centers that were trying to heal me.

And I remember, during one of these times, listening to a movie.

I didn't watch, just listened.

And it was about a fit Asian man.

Who loved to cook.

Who used embarrassing bravery to meet the girl of his dreams.

And say hello.

They fell in love.

And he got sick.

And, it didn't end well for him.

But she was so strong.

And I remember listening and thinking, "Is this how my story ends?"

And I remember, getting so angry.

So angry.

Fuq dat.

And it helped me. 

A lot this movie.

We are given 27,375 days.

Give or take.

If we are lucky.

I am lucky.

Either way.

🎵 "That first night I was standing at your door." 🎶

And how, in our home at least, and maybe yours too, every story is a love story.

And this is mine.

🎵 "Yeah, I see us in black and white

Crystal clear on a star lit night

In all your gorgeous colors

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life." 🎶

Sometimes, you don't want a Hollywood ending.

Because you never want it to end.

To my beautiful wife.

For giving me everything to ever fight for.

For being so strong.

For our story.

I promise.

🍌