When the lights dimmed, I listened to them announced my son's name. We shot from our seats, loudly cheering his name as we screamed our heads off. John stood on one side of Chase as Kinnick occupied the other. Not seeing Kinnick in a pair of gloves was odd. Especially when we were at the boxing arena. It was almost like we swapped lives with our children.

A few days ago, I asked Kinnick if he missed all of this. I wondered if it hurt him to walk away from the sport he loved the most, but he said no. In fact, he said it was easy. Boxing was his distraction - a way to get by in life quickly. When we met, he found himself wanting to be with me more than he wanted to be in the gym.

There will always be a part of him that loves boxing. It will rid his anger like no other. It used to be his breath of fresh air but now that is me. He reassured me that no matter what he will choose me and this life we have created. Boxing was a dark part in his past that I added a light too. After years of fighting, I added a splash of color that was missing to his black and white rainbow.

He told me I gave him a thrill he used to find in fighting. He is California sober on my love. Drugs didn't get him high like I did. After a decade of drinking, he dropped it without second-guessing because it interfered with our relationship, and if he wasn't touching another drink of alcohol neither was I.

I can only count on one hand all of the things I got right in life. Agreeing to self-defense classes was the first one because I met Kinnick. Giving Kinnick a chance was the second. On my third finger, I counted all of the things I let go in life to be happy. My kids were fourth because, at one point in life, I never wanted any. Now I can't think of any world where they don't exist.

On my last finger, the most important one, staying alive. We don't know where we are going in life. We have to wait. A long anxious wait. Every day we question why we were alive and it doesn't have to be a life-changing moment that upsets us. At my most depressed, I stubbed my toe and broke down, wondering why I was still breathing. I wondered what good ever came out of me being here.

There were days when I felt so angry that I threw things, shattering them against the wall to only regret it the moment I did it. Then there were moments during my downfall where I came close to dying, and I was given the opportunity to stay. And I am proud of myself.

We all wish we could go back in time and tell our younger selves that everything was going to be okay, but I don't think I would. If I did, I would have played it safe. I wouldn't have thrown myself into the things I loved most in this world. I wouldn't have made life-changing mistakes that landed me where I am today.

And when I look at the people I love most in this world, I wonder if they know how I feel. I wonder if at the end of the day, they can feel my love because feeling theirs is what helped heal me. Moments like this, I feel more alive than I have in my whole life.

When his eyes land on me, I feel the summer sun's warmth, and the wind making my heart flutter in the breeze. And they did. His blue eyes caught mine as he walked toward the ring and it was like the first time I ever met him, all over again. The lips I have kissed so many times told me they loved me and I knew they only spoke of the truth.

Chase stepped into the ring, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he looked at his opponent. Kinnick and John came toward where we sat. I raised from my seat, catching his cheeks in my hand as he leaned down to kiss me. His arm snaked around the bottom of my back, pulling me toward him.

"I love you," he looked at me. "I know I have said it a million times, but when I came down that corridor and I saw you, I thought about the first time you came to my fight and how everything changed. You made my life better, Boston and I don't know how to thank you for that."

"You don't have to," I shake my head. "Because I have no idea how to do it back."

"I told you," he frowned as he stared at me. "I could never live in a world where you didn't exist."

"You will never have to," I tell him. "Just promise me the same."

"You have my heart," he placed his hand over my chest. "As long as you keep it safe, you will never have to worry."

"Till the end of the line, remember?"

He linked our ring fingers before connecting our lips again. "Till the end of the line, Mrs. Carson."