That sunset, colored champaigne, that seems to last for hours,
The waves tickling your toes while the sand softens beneath your feet,
That strum of a guitar, so many different notes becoming one,
The wind in your face, clearing all of your senses and mind,
That good nights rest that makes you feel refreshed and energized,
The dreams you have, surging with happiness, fear, and confusion all at once,
That song that made you cry because you think it was your story,
The homesickness you get when you're away from what you know and need,
But most of all, the satisfaction in knowing that they feel just as much for you as you do for them.

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