The fragile with a vase

..You walk into this amazingly beatiful house for the first time. The beaty of it makes you speachless and you feel like the ugly duckling as you slowly walk around trying to see all the details, when you accidentally knock down the prettiest vase in the whole house.

With trembling hands and knees you kneel down and piece by piece slowly collect the beatiful and fragile vase in your hands.

In search for something to make it better again, you only find glue.

With careful precision you start putting together the pieces.

The vase is starting to look complete again.

The pieces are many, small and fragile and it takes a long time putting them back together.

You almost manage.

The vase is yet again a vase, but with the terrible cracks clearly visible.

You tride to hide the vase, but it has a special place in the house and can be at no other place, so you have no choice.

The vase is again where it should be, visible for anyone to see. It stands there, with its cracks on display.

Slowly slowly the vase starts to crumble down the house and it becomes clear that the house won't survive with the vase on display inside.

You love the vase and you cannot live without it. But the cracks that you glued together are shining like a neonsign and you slowly start to realise that your love for the vase is simply not enough to make it whole again, and it will never fit in the house like it deserve and used to.

With burning, hurtful tears falling from your eyes, you slowly pick up the vase and carefully bring it with you.

But a vase, once so beatiful and stunning, deserves more than to be destroyed in public, for everyone to see.

So you start letting go.

When the vase finally hit the floor and breaks into a thousand pieces, unrecognisable for all future, you turn around and slowly walk away, leaving your heart behind for all feature.

For all I've done, for all pain I've caused you: I am sorry.