When I met you, just four years ago, I thought we'd have more time. I was a foolish young girl. I thought we'd have forever. All we had were four short years.

I knew this day was coming. I could sense this moment looming in the background of our relationship. I knew our time together was coming to an end. Still, it hurts.

I know there will be others after you, but there will never be one like you. You were my first.

As the truth sinks in, and as I lay your shattered pieces to rest, I try to remember the good times. And there were so many good times.

No other hair straightener will ever compare...