There are, those cracks that showed up, on the surfaces, making this, no longer, perfect, you’d blurted it out. But, the deep down is still fine, with that, glassy finish, without a dent on it, isn’t that, what’s, most important, I’d asked?
Cracks on the surfaces, that, is what we often, focus our attentions on, and, we won’t, accept the SLIGHTEST imperfections about the loves we’re, involved in, because, let’s face it, who would, want a, flawed, an imperfect love? Nobody, that’s W-H-O!
Cracks on the surfaces, they were, only the beginning, something else will happen, soon, I can, feel it in my blood, call it intuition if you wish…
Cracks on the surfaces, we’d, let that imperfect dot on that clean sheet of our marriage ruin us both, without realizing, that with a little embellishment, that ugly dot can turn into a flower in bloom!
Cracks on the surfaces, that’s been, drawing our attention, and now, as we, looked at everything, underneath that MICROSCOPE, all those, little things that didn’t show before, became, MAGNIFIED, and, that, is how we break.