To my first love,

Remember when we were young and naive? Sandcastle wars were always a favorite of ours. We met when you broke mine so I broke yours, but it was all in good fun. Eventually, we joined forces and built our own. Together. And we owned everyone on the beach that day.

But we were young and naive. We thought it’d last forever. But the tide came and things changed and it’s been years now. The castle isn’t even there anymore. Maybe that same broken seashell that was once part of our wall is around there somewhere, but the castle, in essence, is gone.

I miss it sometimes, and I could try to rebuild it, but it wouldn’t be the same. Perhaps it’s for the better though. Perhaps some of that sand will be part of others’ sandcastles. Perhaps I’ll build another one, and you’ll build another one. Perhaps we’ll build it with different people this time. Either way, we’ll build it bigger and better, and perhaps a little further up the shore this time.

Thanks for being my first sandcastle building buddy.

Sincerely, me.