Ceramic Vase

I'm sorry my dear love... I just can't choose a decision... I'm not ready to uplift your name... I must let go of our chronicles... But your fragile ceramic skin... Just so plain and so breakable... I can't stand watching you being tormented... Shattering down all the things you enjoy the most... But I'm just not inexplicably ready... Nor sure of my compassionate decisions... There's one thing that's pulling me away... Love it is, but so uncertain, so faded to perceive... I don't want to pick up the shattered pieces I made... Because it's nearly impossible... For me to salvage without getting hurt... It's just so hard to let go... But I have chosen the decision... I will let go, just wait and see... I just hope I'm strong enough to glue it back... But it's impossible to make it look like before... I will do it... Just wait and see... I'm certain I'm buying a new vase... Stronger that'll last and I'll love better...