It was the very first present she ever bought me, although it wasnt much nor does it mean anything to her, I treasured and kept it with great significance. I loved it so much, it was like a a washed up beach shell waiting to be picked up and polished and added to my non-existent collection. She bought me a bowl. Cute and lucrative, her heart shome brightly and I, innocently as i approached a stage which could be identified as "not being who I should've been" but who I became... A monster. 

I'm so sorry, even now thinking about it I want to burst into tears, because this memory, it's all gone, shattered and split.. Just like our relationship and what seems to be every other memory we've shared from a distanced to an intimate bond that I will never forget sharing.