He asked me to marry him twice. The first time I said “Yes” was on a summer day in Central Park with friends hiding nearby. The following Valentine’s Day, he asked me again, after an emergency procedure revealed cancer in his abdomen. I said, “Of course I’ll still marry you.” We held each other that night on the scratchy hospital bed, news of a spreading virus in the background. A new home, puppy and pandemic later, he had no doubt of my commitment on our twice-postponed wedding day. We chose each other in the darkest times and, together, we survived. — Lucy Yang

Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging“, as I know each of these pieces represents something…