Guess whose still here. 20 years later where you forced upon me the impossible choice. I choose to be happy and do spectacular things. I wanted you to come to dinner for Christmas or Boxing Day but that didn’t happen. I want you here tonight. But that wont happen either. I’ll just continue to do epic shit on my own journey. I’m at peace I’m not angry. I’m only a little bitter when we hit some of these milestones we should be sharing together. An attempt was made, it’s all I can give or promise you now. One day I might not be able to give you the attempt… there are certainly days now I don’t want to. But twenty years you made the impossible choice, how would you have ever expected me to come back from that after all we had been thru? And then you confounded original sin with every more. I have forgiven you, there are days I lie to myself in the mirror and pretend that I completely love you, I do love you, but it is with reservation. There’s only one human on this earth ...