I love my partner more than any one thing in life. Even more than professional wrestling, but sometimes I don’t get her.
The feeling of hopeless when I can’t make her smile is terrifying. Like a failed samurai warrior, I feel the only option left is to throw myself on my sword, and hope to die an honourable death.
But instead, I sit here writing this. Knowing she will feel better with time. I hope.
I love you, Jess.
p.s. You’re not a douche, but Dane Cook is.