Someone Willing to Stay

"Damn it, Mason, you can't fix me. I'm not some used car that needs an oil change."
I'm standing at the edge of my driveway. If I take one step towards that house, then I go back to my life. The life I've had since Mason left. Since he abandoned me.
If I turn around. If I take one second to look into his eyes. I don't think I'll be able to resist throwing myself in his arms.
"I'm shattered, Mason. Like a dusty vase that's been ignored for too long."
"You know the best thing about broken vases, Mel? You just need three things to make them whole."
I decide to go along with his speech.
"Faith, trust, and pixie dust?" I muse.
"Tape, glue, and someone willing to fix it. And I'm right here, Mel."