The Low Tide (a prose of sorts)

I was the sand, she sculpted me.
The next tide destroyed me with ease.

For the castle her and I had built was not able to stand. Our foundation was never stable, and required constant repair which we were unable to keep up with. And the elements chipped away, bit my bit, piece my piece.

It was only a matter of time, though we put on such a good act. Everyone felt we had taken first place, and the creation we had formed, the impression of a sound structure, was impenetrable. But it did not take much to discover otherwise. It did not take long at all.

You had me fooled for the longest time. We had each other fooled. Into thinking this could last forever. We were never mature enough, we were never strong enough, we never cared enough. Look how we both got hurt. And when the next tide rolled in, you were distracted. You were lured in and rolled with it. You rode the next wave away from me.

But don't you know, every tide comes back to shore? Every one of them. Is he really an undertoe? Do you really believe he won't leave you drifting? Or drowning?

Forgive me if I hurt. Forgive me if every time I feel that him smack into me, by just the mention of his name, a little piece of me breaks off and is carried away. Forgive me if I have to run away before I am so broken away at, that there is nothing left of me to build upon.

But enough of the analogies... does that explain everything now? Is it clear now why I have been trying to stay away from you. Trying not to even be reminded of you. I NEVER imagined this day would come where you would finally commit to someone else. I mean, REALLY COMMIT. Im just in shock. And as much as I love you and trust you, even in the plutonic sense, Im just saner if I stay away. Im happier when I don't have to think about you. Just for now. Cuz I know we'll always be a part of each other. And Im learning how to be content with your decision. But Im not there yet. Give it time. Time heals all wounds, Im just trying to keep the wound clean so it can heal faster.

We'll always be part of each other, and I can't keep you out of my life forever. Just give me this little bit of time. Give me the chance to adapt. Let me learn to be content with watching you ride out to sea, and finding my place at home on the beach, as the sand beneath your feet.