Devious Journal Entry

I love the feeling that you can plan for sixty years from now, and grow, hopefully, very old with someone.

That you can travel with them everywhere and anywhere, and you do.

You have a big, long list of experiences to go through, and you chip away at it as fast as you add to it.

I write him letters sometimes, that say 'open in 2013, 2014,' and so forth. They're love letters, and time capsules, of everything that's going on in our lives in the present.

I hid twenty dollar bills in winter jacket pockets' sometimes now that it's still hot out, and they're packed in boxes, with little notes wishing him a good day, just in case I can't be there in person sometimes, when I have to go away for months at a time.

It's only been a few years since we met, but it feels like we've always known each other. It's a good feeling. Wherever we move next or whatever we do, we can lean on each other, watch out for each other.

Good stuff.