I want to go to the beach, waddle in the water, get wet, like those letters tucked safely in a locked drawer, tear stained.
I want to bury myself in sand, like memories buried in a faraway land.

I want to build a dozen sandcastles, a little empire to call mine.  Inside, I will have a house that smells like home.
I will build another dozen sandcastles for you, another world to be called yours; different but no more or less.
And inside, I pray you live a life long enough to love.

And that is how we will be living, in two separate cities, spread across a big blue sea.  We'll share nothing in common, probably.
But the air you breathe sustains me, and the sun that you see every morning, is the same one that reaches me.

One day, we might go travelling, who knows?  We might stumble into each other's dreams, and leave a footprint there, carelessly.
Just like my beautiful daughter did as she took her first step away from my arms into her own world.