When you don't look so good, you feel like shit and generally you're a walking basket case, but someone loves you anyway? Some person, some entity, be it your 8-year-old son or two-year older wife (than YOU, ya idiots) still looks at you as if everything was totally normal, even though you might have the DTs from all the Bloody Marys from some flight to Japan and am generally weird and pissed off?
But you say, wearily, "I love you," and they say, unequivocally, "I love YOU, VERY much"?
THAT's what I call being alive.
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