They were like a broken tea cup. Shattered into pieces and no matter what glue or tape you used, it
would never be the same. The broken cracks still showing through. Showing all the scars and stories. Desperately trying to hold itself together. Then he came and patched them up. Like a new layer of paint, taking away all the cracks and replacing them with new potential. Though under it all, there still laid a broken tea cup.
(Okay I got some inspiration from a book I’m reading but I took the simile a lot farther than they did. But I wanted to keep it in my memory somehow so you’re welcome)
