While going through Allyson’s things, I found her diaries. It was difficult to read about her struggles with her body weight. I don’t think I was a negligent husband, but for whatever reason, she didn’t talk to me about it. I will have to live knowing that I let her down.
What if I could do things over again? When my mind allows me to, I think about possible alternative timelines…
Allyson and I met summer of 1997. By late 1998, as I kissed her goodbye at the airport before a Christmas trip to Asia, I knew she was the one.
Crazy Rich Asians is one of Allyson’s favorite movies. We’ve watched it together many times. Sometimes I wonder if Allyson imagines herself as Rachel, and relives the feelings when she met my family for the first time. Sorry ladies, but I’m no Nick Young!
The climax of the movie was the airplane proposal as Rachel was to return to New York. In early 2000, just like the movie, we travelled to the Far East for my sister’s wedding. It was Allyson’s first time in Taiwan. Looking at pictures from the wedding, she was absolutely radiant and stunning. My world pauses for a moment every time I look at this picture.