I heard something said about crystal: they said that its fragility in no way indicates its weakness. They said the fact that it is frail implies rareness and beauty and that is what makes it strong.
Once it was revealed that he never saw anything frail about it, I began to wonder: if he had known to tend to things with care, would he have bothered? Or might something fragile have been too delicate for him to handle?
Those things most rare and desirable are frail things, made strong by the respect they command from their surroundings. Left alone, they hold more value than when they are mishandled; but their true worth is fully realized when they are held gently.
He said, "You aren’t a side dish, much less parsley - you should know that. You’re not some measly left-over twig that only exists for aesthetic value, and you do not owe your worth to whatever is on the plate beside you." I wondered how a million conversations with one person left me feeling like rubbish, while a few moments with another could change my entire outlook.
Rare and frail things will crumble in the wrong hands for lack of being made to feel strong. "What you need," he said, "is someone who knows how to hold you."
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