Sandcastles

Tonight I had a conversation with Sylvia through Skype. Apparently she bought a pet seahorse and a pet starfish 3 days ago. She was so enthusiastic about her new pet she bought all sorts of pretty decorations and a nice fishtank for them. She told me it was her new heart and blood. She sent me some pics of the pets and then she went to take a shower. Approximately half an hour later she called me and told me her pet seahorse had died. She was crying, shocked by the sudden death of her new pet. Apparently she had not known that water needed to be 1 week old before putting the new pets in.

This may sound very trivial, but for some reason when I heard her cry, I felt crushed. This powerful sinking sensation just flowed through my heart. It was like seeing a child spend all day at the beach building a sandcastle but watch it being swept away by the tide. Suddenly, it reminded me of how much I love her and how much she meant to me. I've morning shift tomorrow but I cannot sleep because she is just on my mind, that sad voice echoing through my skull.