Yet, there was a comfort in that, and in one another we succeeded in fulfilling the needs of that moment- a lean summer spent half drunk, half dressed, in front of an open window off old Route 66.

A line from a piece of creative nonfiction that I am unabashedly spending all of my time working on lately. This is probably so evocative only to me because I lived it, but it struck me as a perfect, romantic summation of a recent relationship.