- I want to go back to the dirt next to the water, underneath the stars on a cold night, feeling your fingers wrap around mine .
- I want to go back to your bed on that summer morning, with my body curled around yours and your hair in my face as we doze in and out of sleep and the smell of bacon drifting up from downstairs.
- I want to go back to the picnic table in the junction on a warm fall day, watching you draw Henry while my face is buried in your shoulder, my eyelashes on your neck.
- I want to go back to the top of the hill with the fence, the green grass spreading every where and the sky shining, my voice and your voice shouting out over each others, laughing more than I can handle.
- I want to go back to the bus weaving through the mountains with you sitting on my left not looking me in the eyes but your voice rambling on, opening up to me and being silly, becoming my best friend.
- I want to go back to the park behind the gazebo, watching you lay on your back while I blend chalk on the sidewalk, and the music from your speakers floating around in the cool air telling you how much I like you.
- I want to go back to the sunset on the beach, the pink and the blue blending together and the water splashing up around my ankles, feeling both of you on either side of me, in a beautiful scene, talking about not wanting to turn back for fear of this perfect moment ending.
- I want to go back to sitting under the tarp, feeling out of place and yet welcome, while you laugh like a motor boat and I make new friends that I'll never see again.
- I want to go back to your lawn, on the hottest summer day, while the sprinklers sprinkle and the cars drive by and kids voices laugh all around, sitting in the lawn chair listening to you drone on while I drink green tea.
- I want to go back to the clear blue ocean while all eight of us smile, kids on top of parents shoulders trying to knock each other over and laughing too hard to breath.
- I want to go back to those nights in the RV.
- I want to go back to the kitchen floor, with you by my side.
- I want to go back to the kitchen at Acorn Hill, where everything smells delicious, nibbling on the left over bread while we wait for the soup to cook, giggling with you and being so in love with our friendship while you wash dishes.
- I want to go back to the car in West Virginia, hidden in the back seat watching farms pass me by, blowing my music and singing along.
- I want to go back to the campfire, seeing all your beautiful faces illuminated, hearing voices shout over each other and loving you all so much.
- I want to go back to my dining room, watching you swing your arms and bounce around while music plays from your laptop, and we're both happier than we've been in weeks.
- I want to go back to the old cabin in the woods, lying in the dark with my head on your stomach, listening to your deep voice talk me to sleep.
- I want to go back to Elm Street, with my arms around your neck and the dark slowly engulfing us, raindrops falling from trees around us, not wanting to let go.
- I want to go back to the window sill outside of Mark's Kitchen, watching our town bustle around while we comment on peoples clothing and act silly and too loud, remembering why you're by best friend.
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