Chris and I met at a music festival, two depressed poets meet and love is bound to happen..Our love was bittersweet, both of us slightly insecure but so emerged in infatuation for each other peoples stares didn’t matter..

It was a warm spring day, you and Chris were hanging out in the RV, you both planned a getaway road trip to spend some time alone. Sharing a single cigarette, you lovers laughed and reminisced together and talked about your long loving future together..