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  • "Baby, look here" you said to me as I lean over the railings looking at the ocean on our annual trip to the beach. I turned around and smiled as you snapped the camera at me. I remembered being happy. I remembered the smile coming so easily when I turned around and saw your face. I remembered how we walked hand in hand window shopping at the beach front shops. I remembered walking with you with our icecreams not saying a single word. Not because we hated each other, but at that moment there's nothing more we had to say. We already had everything we wanted at that moment, each other.

    I look back to the time we had together, the moments we shared and the places we visited, and it strikes me with amazement. It's almost like it was a dream that I let slip my mind. Or a story from a book I read somewhere so long ago. I thought back at the time when you meant the world to me, and wonder how we've gotten to this point; where we were once each other's all and now is so comfortable with being absolutely nothing. As simple as that, we are simply nothing. Amazing how we used to look at each other and knew everything about each other, and now one look at you is only a sad reminder of how the people we used to be no longer exist. I believe that sometimes magnificent sand castles are built to be broken down, to leave space for a new and better ones to be created. It's sad to say that when I think of us now, and I see nothing there but a beautiful pile of sand.
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