I want to feel as right to you as the open widewide ocean to me when I first saw it with my hand in yours and felt it cold and nippy around my ankles or tangy at the back of my mouth and I got icecream in my hair and salt up my nose but it didn't matter because it all felt oddly familiar, a bit like deja vu it just felt like it's where I belonged and I want you to feel it too. Like I did when we spent days in the salty foam and I didn't need anything but the broad stretch of blue, and you. The broad stretch of blue, and you; my home and I want to be your home too.