The Beauty of Broken (H•S)

People take one look at your broken pieces and regard it as useless. Like a vase that has crashed to the ground. You're broken, you have no use anymore. They sweep up the pieces and throw it in the trash.

I thought he was one of those people.

But he was special. A one of a kind type of person. The type that sees potential in the pile of broken pieces. The type that find a place for each piece and restores it. The type that use those broken pieces to create something, something beautiful. A mosaic or kintsugi artwork worth more than anything in a museum. The shape or form might not be like it was, but it can be transformed into something worth much more.

That's what he did to me.