Priceless

It sat on a shelf, on a shelf sheltered from the outside world. My precious glass, made of precious stones, priceless gems and an immense amount of emotional value. Only a few have actually held it, I never put it in their hands long enough to cause any damage. No, not my glass. It meant the world to me, until you came. You told me that you wouldn’t drop it. You told me that you only wanted to look, nothing intended. You took my precious glass out of the sheltered case and sure enough, you dropped it. You broke it. Shattered it to pieces. Damn, it was so easy to break and damn near impossible to put it back together.