/lit/ - Literature

>>10267383
I want to throw all of my shit into the car, drive 2,000 miles to where you are, ring the doorbell and kiss you when you open it. I want to scare you in ge best way possible. I want to leave my life behind and travel the country with you, living on road and in wilderness, like we’ve dreamed about so many times. I want to make love to you atop the highest mesas under the brightest stars, in the still clear air of the open desert, reveling in the ecstasy we could be. We could be that oasis in the wasteland. I want to do this nonstop until we are tired and a little bit older, until we decide to settle down on a piece of land somewhere like you once told me you wanted to. I want to grow fruit trees and children, and chickens with you, until we’re two gross old farts who still love to fuck each other, and are ready to die.

Sorry I couldn’t stay and do all of that.