For you 

I’m coming back to you.

It will feel like the ripest berry is the sweetest. 

It will feel like sleeping in on Sunday mornings. 

It will feel like music on a warm night. 

It will feel like the ocean greeting your feet. 

It will feel like everything that went wrong was what lead you home. 

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