Nemophilist

We were tangled in the sheets, shirt hiked up your side. Pale flesh exposed to the cold winter air. “You know what I want to do when this is all over?” You asked me, eyebrows raised slightly. “I want to go on a road trip, just you and me. Start at the east coast, hit all the tourist traps, and end up in some forest in Oregon.”

God, how I wished we had gotten to go on that trip. You seemed so excited back then.