Scars in the past

I was holding onto a piece of glass statue. You know, those things that looks darn pretty because of the many elaborated but yet simple carvings and cuttings of the glass. Each carves and cuts gave a unique sort of colour when admiring it in the light. Suddenly, I thought that piece of beauty was like another thing that was beautiful, love.

Polishing it is like the happy moments you have with each other. All the best memories. You can never have enough of that. To make each of us happy.

Like the glass masterpiece, each cuts and carves give something new. Everyone gets hurt in love... By all the cuts and bruises, whether or not physically or emotionally. But like the glass statue, it you could withstand all of that, it will turn out to be something to admire about.

I used to admire people who was together for so long, not because of the duration, but how far those two has come about. Its like the same theory in the glass statue.

But it there are too many cuts and carves, the glass may not stand it, and break in the end. Too much pain pushes a relationship into that side too. And those tiny pieces of fragmented glass cuts into you and you start to bleed.

Those tiny shards of glass is heartbreak. Each tiny piece punctures into your skin and the blood comes. It feels the same way, somehow. Maybe because each glass is a memory. One memory stabs you where it hurts the most. One piece and another are memories in your mind of the good times, but it makes you cry.

The wound would still be there unless you decided to release the pieces of glass and let time heal. Slowly it will heal by it own and a new skin would take its place, stronger and harder.

You know someone has fallen for you when they do not care of the scars in the past.