Glass Love
The first time I met him, he took out a floral glass cup and smiled, asking me what I wanted to drink. His smile was like a kiss of sunlight, and I chose that clear, fragrant tea. The beautiful floral glass cup couldn’t contain the enthusiasm of the hot water.
Just as the pale green waves began to rise, the cup suddenly cracked, leaving a red burn on the back of his hand. I hurried to find the first aid kit and applied ointment to his hand. His eyes were full of smiles, gradually blurring my vision. My lips and face flushed red, and my heart started to beat faster for no reason.
I bought two clear, transparent tempered glass cups and gave them to him. When hot water was poured in, the tender leaves slowly unfurled, and the fluid green jade awakened like mist in a gentle morning dream. Holding a cup of tea, I gently swayed and savored it in his embrace.
In the midst of our soft songs and light conversation, the tea leaves danced lightly in the glass cup, unfurling like a spring dream. At that time, I thought this was the fate of a lifetime.
Suddenly one day, for reasons unknown, our hearts turned away from each other. The deeper the love, the more we wanted to hurt each other with words. He no longer made tea for me, and the two cups sat empty on the coffee table. My empty heart kept sobbing, and tears kept falling. His eyes showed guilt and shock as he suddenly held me in his arms. My tears flowed in his embrace.
That time, love was beautiful and warm because the longing and the desire to be together made us reconcile. He still made tea for me, and the tea leaves seemed like our souls, unfurling and embracing in the water, drifting apart and then coming together again.
Where did it go wrong? The rift between us grew larger, and love became imperfect. Little misunderstandings and tiny mistakes became reasons for our arguments. The regret in our hearts grew, and I gradually felt tired and weary. His embrace no longer felt warm to me, and my tears no longer made him feel any pain.
One day, I finally smashed a glass cup onto the ground. The clear, crisp sound stunned me, and it panicked him. My tears flooded, perhaps trying to show that what we once had was completely lost. Love is as clear as glass, and just as fragile.
When it shattered, it was because of fate. Fate made it shatter because of our own hearts. Perhaps I can find another cup to hold tea again, but I will never find a cup that once held my love. Love shattered, never to return.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
