Free will is a gift, and we live as our hearts desire. Forever hippies, taboo’s foes, we say love is our God, and believe that babies bring an end to liberty. Childfree, we run away, just the two of us. This is our choice and nobody should judge us. Nobody should care.
Then the two of us jam into the van in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere. Two bottles of wine drain empty as cheesy radio songs melt our minds together. You forget your pills; I forget my rubbers, and the choice is no longer ours.