As I sit here listening to Jason Mraz and his Caribbean beat, I can't help but think of the white sandy beaches and the cool breeze blowing the ocean water up onto the shore, spraying up against the boulders.
I dream of the long walk through the wet sand, feeling the pebbles between your toes, holding hands with the one you adore. Looking up at the moon, wondering if this moment could last for eternity. He stops and turns you to him and there's a longing in his eyes that matches yours. He wraps his arms around you, and you run your hands up his arms, as he leans down and kisses you romantically, hugging you rather than holding you. Your hands make their way up to his thick sandy hair and you find you cannot stop kissing him.
All the while Jason Mraz is singing "I'm Yours"
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