Love and glass... Two little words with one syllable... However, how big their meanings are... Both of them are so sensitive and fragile... The charm and fascination of both dazzle you...
Just like fire gives life to glass. Doesn't love also give life to people?... Glass, which carries its feature in the unique form of its existence, turns into a work of art in the hands of devoted people by tangoing gracefully within the states of matter... Love tries to prove itself and exist like a dough kneaded with the most intricate emotions of human beings... Of course, it is up to those who carry it in their hearts to shape it and protect it...
You wrap it in pure white cotton and place it at the center of your heart... You feel like jumping with happiness when you see it... You find all kinds of excuses to be able to see it and hear its voice... In order not to be understood, you say, "Well... ", I called to tell you this," you say... He falls asleep and wakes up and comes to your mind... A smile appears on your face in that sleepy state... You even avoid your eyes... No matter how old you are, you begin to experience childlike excitement, defying the years... It's like you're stuck on the string of a huge kite and go crazy. you keep turning and turning... The blowing wind accompanies you with its whistle... Clouds become curtains and protect you from ultraviolet rays... Life comes to you, and you start to blink with joy at life... You keep flowing like rivers that cannot fit into their bed... Your eyes can't see, your ears can't hear. ..You wouldn't know it if the world slipped away from under your feet... Everything else is meaningless...
The ship of love that used to anchor in your heart's harbor is more innocent than you can imagine... You are so emotional that you can be the subject of poems... In fact, stop being the subject of poems. , you become a poem... You cannot even understand that the days are falling off the calendar leaves one by one... Then you start to experience events that destroy your heart....
You feel that it is difficult for your dreams to become reality, and those moments are the saddest moments of life... At such times Your complex emotions, which are shattered into pieces, stick in your heart like shards of glass... Love and glass... Two little words with one syllable are so similar in this sense... Separation and sadness begin to knock on your door, your tears... It becomes a flood and begins to flow... Interestingly enough, you cry more than you laugh... The broken glass in your heart sinks wherever you turn, causing pain and bleeding... You feel as if you were stabbed in the back with a double-headed dagger. You add your tears to your troubles and play happiness games... Like a volcano, your heart burns as it burns. You recklessly throw away the remaining memories... Shattered, thin glass shards sink all over your body... It is invisible to the eye, its damage is unknown. Even though some slip off the surface, you experience a deeper pain under your skin. The stories of those whose hearts have touched your heart hurt you the most...
Unfortunately, if its value is not known, love is ready to break at any moment like glass... The emotions in a broken heart suddenly spread to all four corners of the world like glass particles... It is up to the person who broke the heart to collect them one by one and bring them together... Of course, it is not easy to win back a broken heart... But at least it is not impossible...
With friendship....
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