​Hi. i’m Logan. i don’t know where in this subreddit to post it but i wanted to share it. it’s my take on a love that i’m going through right now.

The story of two lovers who had different ideas.

(this is targeted so sorry if it sounds like i’m talking to someone. i really am.)

imagine this. me and you walk into a china shop. one of those little ones with the fine china and utensils. now imagine we are looking for nice dishes to buy, and we come across a bowl. a beautifully handmade, white bowl with blue accents. looking closely at the bowl, you can even tell that it was dried in their own kiln. this bowl is our relationship. our love if you’d call it. we immediately know this bowl is the one we need to get. we buy it. the old lady at the register rings us up and puts this bowl in bubble wrap and a cute little brown bag. we bring it home. the first thing we do is put it in a fine china dish case. it sits there, untouched. then, one day we decide to use this bowl. we made ourselves a bowl of ramen to share. this is the start of us dating. that bowl of ramen was delicious. so it becomes a regular thing. we use this bowl to share our ramen every day now. we use and use and use this bowl and it never seems to change at all. then one day, as i’m getting the bowl out of the case, i drop it. it shatters. completely. like you can’t recognize the bowl. this is us breaking up. then, we decided to try and fix the bowl (relationship). the bowl eventually gets fixed after some hard work between us 2. it looks off though. there’s cracks. all in this bowl. we don’t pay much attention to them though. the next day, we make the ramen. we get it all prepared. perfectly cooked. then, we decide to make our bowl to eat again. the moment we pour in the ramen, the bowl breaks. it starts leaking out of every crack. the bowl breaks apart and we now have ramen all over the table. we don’t know what to do. i clean up all the glass from the destroyed bowl, and you clean the ramen. then, i get an idea. i’ll give you half of the shards, and i keep half. we can each make our own bowl. smaller ones though. and we build them properly this time. our own kilns. our own equipment. you finish making your own little bowl, but i realize halfway through rebuilding my bowl that i don’t want one. i don’t want a bowl. i want to make a vase instead. so i melt the shards down. i make a beautiful flower vase. we meet back up. you’re excited to see how my bowl turned out, but i don’t have a bowl in hand. i have a vase. you don’t understand. you thought we were making bowls. for our ramen. for the relationship. but i didn’t want a bowl anymore. i wanted a vase. the vase is still as beautiful as the bowl you’re holding, but it’s different. it’s a different beautiful. a different relationship. still the same love, just a different type of china.