My Savior

Road Trip

Your P.O.V

We were young and fearless. We sat in his old black truck driving the whole day. We didn't know where we were going; we were just driving. He grabbed my hand and kissed it as we went pass every parkway sign. We were debating on which one we would get off at, but we couldn't decide; so we kept driving. We would fight over the radio all day. We finally came to an agreement to put on some old-school rap. I would sometimes doze off and every time I woke up, he kept looking at me. He would look at the road then me. Over and over again. I caught him in the act. He laughed and looked back at the road. "Why are you staring at me?" I would ask. He would blush and get embarrassed. "Just admiring you." He would say. I would just smile and write. He would ask me what I was writing about. I shook my head and said, "Nothing." But it wasn't nothing. I've been writing this story for years now. It's basically about my love for Jack. He inspired it. I wouldn't let him read it though because it's not finished yet.

After every two hours, we would stop and switch. He would climb into the passenger seat and lay down. We didn't talk that much when I drove. He would either take a nap or relax. I like driving. Something about it calms me. I guess the freedom of going any where anytime. People say it's annoying. Some people are scared. I say they're lazy. I'm different than people. If someone hates something, I will find the beauty in it and comfort it. I see the world differently than others, I guess. Yes, I know bad things happen. I've through so many hardships, I have a reason to hate life. But I choice to love it. 

We got off at one exit and found a cheap motel. We laid down next to each other, staring at the ceiling. He broke the silence and said, "We made it." I looked over to him and said, "What?" He looked back at me. He stared into my eyes and brushed my hair with his finger tips. He held me in his chest. He kept me so sane. "We've went through hell and back to get to this. We are such a power couple." He laughed and kissed my forehead. We didn't say a word after that. The silence was beautiful. Silence with us was never awkward. Later, we fell asleep in each others arms.

I noticed we haven't had sex in a year. I noticed that we didn't even talk about on the road. Then I noticed sex for us is meaningless. We would rather be venting to each other then screwing each other. And I have to say that's beautiful. Then I started to wonder if he lost his interest in me sexually. Then I realized that I need to stop overthinking things. I have to live my life and this is exactly how I pictured it.