there was once a man who smelled like fish and regrets. got his first tattoo at 12, started gambling at 13. opportunities stolen from right out of hands, dropped out of school after the 8th grade. left home to find green empty promises. left home to go to a place where the gold shines brighter and feels lighter. he left the gold to go to a land where skyscrapers were the limit.

there once was a woman who tasted like ginger tea and lost potential. the youngest of god knows how many. wore her heart on her sleeve. took care of everyone. graduated high school. could've made a name for herself but chose to leave everything behind to make sure that there was never going to be another day where they had to worry about not having enough.

he wasn't getting any younger, she wanted to start a family. maybe it wasn't love at first sight. maybe it was just the right thing to do. maybe they didn't want to be tied down by vows and commitment. but they both still said "i do."