People are fragile. They can break. It's as simple -- and as complicated -- as that.
Whether it's a quick snap or a slow burn, sometimes you think you cannot handle any more than that -- that feeling of dread...of what's coming next. Your body tenses up. You walk around all hunched. Ready to tumble. Or ready to fly? or to explode? or to just lie down in a fetal position and cry?
Then, someone comes forward...is a Man. A good man. He listens. You know that you can just say anything, even if it's irrational. You're crazy, but he accepts you anyway. He puts you back together. You're crazy; he's glue.
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Have you seen that episode of the Brady Bunch where the vase gets broken and they try to fix it with glue?
It would've worked, if they used the right kind. Be sure that your glue is the right glue -- doesn't have to be perfect, but binding versus making a mess of things.
:o)
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