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10. or 9.
I got a really hard long look at a relationship in peril today. After being completely taken away to my own world being in love, the sight and sounds of a girl on the verge of a breakdown brought me back to reality if just for that period of time. From my peripheral I could see the tears roll down her cheeks uncontrollably, could hear the quiver in her voice as she tried to express what was on her mind.
Fear.
Why does it have to be this way? People get together, people break up. It’s just the flow of relationships and life that the world has come to accept. Yet, each breakup is just so painful… I couldn’t help but really empathize and try really hard to fix it when it’s clear there’s no fix in sight.
A lot of relationships are forged from the sands of curiosity and fiery passion to become something akin to types of glass: clear or opaque is determined by the origins and motivations of the couple. As it sits on a windowsill, they can look at it and admire it’s beauty, but it’s inherently fragile. When either of the two look through this glass pane, they see the other, and regarldess of whether its a clear or distorted view, there is only one path the light takes to the other person. There’s a lot of things that can be done to try to protect this window into each other’s soul, but in reality it only takes one rock to be thrown across to really shatter it. What’s worse is that often people try to glue the pieces back together, but by then, to look through a shattered glass window poorly glued together… not only can it fall apart on its own whim, but the once solid view across the pane is now scattered into infinite darkness.
If you ask me if this made me afraid of my own future prospects, yes and no. I’m not one to immediately attribute the mood of the moment to my own life, but it gives fair warning to what can come to relationships that have stood long tests of time. Sometimes the window becomes cracked and slowly gets chipped away, other times it just shatters in an instant, regardless of how perfect it seemed only minutes ago.
I think that better relationships can exist, through pressure in the form of love from all sides, aand time to eventually form something similar to a diamond. Impervious to everything, rather than having a window into the other’s soul, with the light that shines through scatter the light to illuminate each other. We can only hope.
