To dreams. To ice cream. With sprinkles on it. To potatoes and empty coke cans. Odd dreams. Lying on the beach. Talking on phone through the night. Feeling hysterical. Feeling euphoric. To travelling. To pouring your heart out. And writing. To music. And tales from far away. To childhood games. And memories of things from some time ago. The old swing. The photographs strewn across the floor. To jamming and dancing. To seashells and sand in your shoes. To cuddling in warmth. To refreshing old ties. To living your wishes. To brilliance. Stolen kisses. And christmas. To inside jokes. Kinky ones and dirty ones. To the wanderings and wondering. To coffee and the last bite of tiramisu. The voices in your head. The voices outside laughing with you. Laughter. And then some more. And then some more. To stars and colours. To wishing and hoping. The rain. To fairy lights and songs sung together. Ink and paper. To the meadow that hid your secrets. To campfires and guitars. Second c...