I Just Want My Skateboard

I really want my skateboard back. It’s not just about needing it — it’s something I worked for, searched for, and poured both time and money into. It’s the one thing I gave you to hold onto, to cherish, and to take care of, because with it I also gave you a piece of myself. I trusted you with that part of me.

Maybe I was naïve to believe that giving you something so meaningful wouldn't become a burden. With time, I forgot the piece of myself I had given, and in the middle of my sadness, I focused on you and our memories instead. I lost sight of who I was and dug myself into a hole so deep that even the sky seemed to disappear.

What led me there was my inability to see that all good things must eventually come to an end, no matter how much we wish they wouldn’t. But now, I believe that getting my skateboard back will help me reclaim what I lost and turn over a new leaf.