You're gone. Now what?

I've decided it's that time in my life,
To forget what's happened and get rid of my strife,
It's time to run to where I belong,
And to Mexico I can't go wrong.

The sun so warm, and my skin so tan,
A fuzzy beach towel and a very large fan,
Cheesy nachos and a bright tropical drink,
All start to Make me think,
Nothing could be better then this,
Then I realize I've started to miss,
The way you called me pretty,
Now without you it seems a pity,
That I am in the perfect place,
And I can't even see your face.

As perfect as mexico is, there is one problem with my plan,
I seem to have written your name in the sand.