You said, baby, let’s get lost, while he laughed and continued in his staring contest with the rearview mirror. What were you expecting? A romanticized vignette? Cuts of chocolate covered cherries & an impromptu stop at a roadside diner? He thought, baby, lost is what you already are, rolled down the window and let out some gas.

short short shortoriginalfartstrying to get the mojo flowin
19th Nov 2011✧11:252 notes
Opaque  by  andbamnan