My Wife Is Insane

I Don't Have To Feel Good

fun vacation shit smth idk

"Everything packed?" an unknown voice, currently in the car revving the engine up somewhere in 5 in the morning had said looking at the rear view mirror. "Yep! That was all the bags." another unknown voice, pulling the trunk and shutting it close with a perfectly nice thud noise, walking their way to the front. They opened the door and sat down, shutting the door after they buckled in their seat belt and smiled cheekily at the driver. 

The driver held up their hand and kissed onto it firmly, the other giggled at the cute gesture. 

"Wherever you go, the best days follow." they said, smiling back. 

"When you're going through hell," the other started "I hope you never lose your hope." and ended.

Off into the distance, traveling to new states and sand. Both partners having a blast, staying up all night getting confused which road to take, staying up all night sitting on top of their car watching the stars twinkle. 

Everything went so well, nothing that could stress the lovebirds. Absolutely nothing, everything was perfect. The timing, the pictures, the fun.

He sighed, propping his arms to support his body while gazing upon the darkening skies. She came, sitting down next to him. "What's up?" Asking first, laying her head onto his shoulder. He patted gently onto her growing brown roots from her fading dye, a smile forming.

"I don't have to feel good." She perked up, looking at him and continuing it for him "I just wanna feel better." What a smile he gave to her, it lightened her up. "I've got too much alone time."

"I could share some with you."

"I need some kind of sunshine."

"And a smile's overdue."

They both leaned in,

Both now singing

"I've got too much alone time,"

"I've got too much alone, time."

"Let me share one with you."

The gap was now sealed.