Our story

I knew on the day that I met Honey Grace that I wanted to make her happy forever. I knew she was perfect. What I did not know, but would come to find out, is that we are both palanggings. "What is a palangging?" you may well ask. To be a palangging is to fullfill a certain set of nearly undefinable qualities. A joie de vivre, a je ne sais quoi, and a third french phrase that I can't think of because I don't speak french. A kind of cuteness, a certain loving way. A helpless affection. Like the location and momentum of a subatomic particle, the more one knows about one aspect of being a palangging, the more any other aspect escapes one's grasp.

If you are here on this web page with intention, you might be a palangging. And if you have stumbled upon this page by accident, perhaps in the distant future, you may become a palangging if you so desire. You only need to love with wild abandon.