Once there were was a beautiful glass mirror. And in it, its owner saw the most beautiful face she saw. Her full beauty, she felt, was complemented by the mirror, and only with it, was she perfect and made whole.
Then, one day, the mirror shattered. (Perhaps the beauty was too much to behold. Who knows?).
And the owner wept bitterly. For no more could she see her beauty. And with no other did she feel more compatible with.
But instead of moving on, and getting another mirror, she chose to stay by the shattered pieces, holding on to each piece dearly, not letting go.
And thus, the mirror that she was meant to have bought, remains, dusty, unused and left on the shelf.
