my plan to make new plans.

Magnolia trees are starting to bloom on 15th ave. The spring in Portland is grey. I would never complain. In my car, country music is playing on the radio. Simple music with a simple message. Simply, love. An hour was spent with a new friend, a church pastor with a voice sweet, and soft as a primary school teacher. She said a prayer for me. For you. For love. For real love, true love, healthy love.

I'm a bit of a planner. I planned our life together. It didn't have many borders, but it did have some essentials. I planned to give you a ring. I planned to write some vows and use a quote that I read and wrote down in early January. I dont know where I read it. I planned a life for us, a life without plans.

Now I need to plan differently. Plan a trip to Africa to build a library, Brazil to build a house, Cambodia to accompany a beautiful girl with red hair. I still plan on living a life with you, but its a different life, and its a different love, hopefully. Honestly, that's my hope. I love you. Ive said it before and Ill probably say it again, Ill love you forever.

And because now seems as good a time as any:
"I hope someday to love you to such a degree that I can see you as God sees you. "