The glass room
I think the day that a child sees that their parents just have an ordinary love, is the day they give up on extraordinary love. They then spend their lives looking for a perfection that doesn’t exist, and all the beautiful stories that could be wilt at the crescent of blooming. And slowly the self prophecy snowballs, and the magnifying glass each relationship is put becomes, over time, a soiled wall, caked with the tears and dirt that get dragged into each break up. And one day, we realize we are all alone. Not only have we lost the ability to let someone in, but we are trapped in a room of glass our own making. We have forgotten what it’s like to even look outside, how to hear a knock, how to invite someone in to our place of shame.
