Imagine. Being here with that one person, or persons, whoever you want. No problems, no worries, no stress. Just undeniable bliss. Get a boat, build a cottage, take a handful of days or weeks or years and there you go. Your very own escape.
I wonder how the sky looks like here at night, with the sound of waves lightly lapping against the beach. There'd be a cool breeze hitting the trees thus leaving the leaves whispering and constantly rustling. There'd be a bird or two breaking out a into a lovely lullaby. All of Mother Nature's very own symphony. And the smell. The smell of clean, crisp air coalescing with the distinct saltiness of the ocean and the fragrant fresh scent of tropical trees. Though theres a breeze, it wouldnt be cold, but it'd still enough to need that special someone to have them engulf you in their arms, legs tangled, as if one person. It's perfection incarnated. Just imagine.
Aha corny to the max, but hey
m.e.p.
