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Take me back I promise to try and stay longer this time I promise to try and be present I promise to try and appreciate

When you like watching them, Doing mundane things When you can't get enough Of their image That's when When you know You love them.

The feeling of trying to remember a song and knowing that you’re so close to figuring it out, but all you can remember is the tune and nothing else. That’s how going back feels. Driving the streets you used to drive around for hours, just passing the time, now feels very foreign and strange. The memories are still there but at a distance. No longer tangible, no longer real. They’re almost as if they had been dreamt. The places that were once so familiar, now feel cold and abandoned. You can remember the people and how you felt but you can no longer connect. The feelings are just memories now, they can no longer be felt. It is strange, to feel out of place in the place you grew up. But that I suppose, is the nature of leaving.

I remember standing among the crowd. Looking around, soaking in all of my surroundings. I wanted to steep in the moment and absorb everything. I think I always knew that I would someday be happy. I believe that even back then, I knew that someday, I would be different, too changed to go back. I think that’s what made me sad. Not that it was ending but that I’d be happy it was over. That’d I’d be happy I’d grown and changed; and that I’d left that place and those people behind.

I love you But it hurts I love you But I don't want to Tell me you love me too

The ocean has taken my heart captive And it calls to me Begging for my return

Homesickness sets in when you leave.

You intoxicate me Your words are sweet red wine Your smile a soft liqueur You leave me drunk