The way your hand slipped into mine I'd trace around your wrist outlining your veins and it felt like i could stay there forever doing that but it always came time for me to leave too early at that The way you tasted the first time we kissed was salt and perhaps it was from us swimming a few minutes before but i can't forget it every time i go in the ocean but now you're gone and i cant help but remember the simple things maybe they're stupid but I'd do anything to have it back
I just so happen to be going to the beach now , nostalgia has a funny way of creeping up again