Life is too short......

Hello motherfather gentlemen! I'm finally back on track. Did u miss me? Oh I miss u too! One of the good things about being gone so long is that you have got a million stories to tell but the hardest part is how to start and when to end. But just like life, no matter how we start it, we just have to make sure of doing things as enjoyable as it should be. Life ends when it ends but this blog is gonna outlive me, I'm gonna end before this blog ends so "blog...hang in there, we still got a lot work to do...two and two together". Speaking of life..suddenly why u ask? I miss a friend. Someone who I won't ever get to see and hear again. Someone who I won't ever get to hold of, joke around, smile at...like we used to do. Fuck cancers and their vitamins for making them grow stronger from nothing to fucking ugly serial killers! Fuck you! And yes, don't forget to say 'i love you' to people who mean the world to you because life is too fast. And short. And cruel. And death is very unexpected. It's important they are able to feel they are loved. Did I say I love you Julien somewhere in here yet? Because I always do. I am myself because of this love. You are my son who is composed of my very own cells and my every cell is composed of my love for you. I never thought my life would be co-terminous with another life until I had you. I will never get tired of mending your wounds, fixing everything for you, cleaning every dirt you get, shielding you, nursing you, be everything for you. I will never stop being paranoid, me and my magnifying glass will stay beside you longer than you want in search for bruises and rashes even if need not be. You will be turning 10 tomorrow, another milestone for both of us. I am thankful the sickly child you were before...you no longer are. You're still that clumsy though, you are still having headaches when it's loud, you still tremble when afraid, puke when upset, I can still feel your heart beats fast over loud fireworks, but I am sure one step at a time you will age out of all your weakness. You see you can play basketball fairly well now. You sing inside the bathroom, often times I catch you smile for unknown reasons, you got your first crush, eat fish without any help, finish three bowls of rice with your bare hands. These are only few of the things that really make me smile about you. And to my boyfriend...I married you, only you. Thinking of all the things we got through and still getting through, who would think of remarrying again lolz. Seriously, we had spent like 30% of our lives before we became a thing, then we spent another maybe like 20% living a life together, and I have noone in mind to share the remaining 50% of it with...but you. That is neither because you were good nor bad. The fact that we stood by each other through the years, we made a family, we had a child, we knew each other's ugliest and worst personalities. I know marriage is complications, and if there's someone to get complicated with, then let it be only you. If being married means chaos, then bring it on. If marrying you gave you all the right in the world to hurt me, then I let you. I could always find someone better but noone and nothing could equate the kind of life we shared together. We have been through heaven and hell and thinking about going through heaven and hell again with another would be just a waste. What the fuck..please excuse the emoness. To my only brother, happy birthday to you! We enjoyed the home made pizza you just made... My laptop is dead...and this is basically why it took so long for me to blog...I'm so sad because I was not able to say I love you laptop before it RIP...it's too late now...