Aristotle :Those who educate children well are more to be honored than parents, for these only gave life, those the art of living well.

What I bring to the table of love - dirty dishes. Don't we all! And no one wants to clean up afterwards either!

It's amazing how in a short time items are transported to the other location. A lot got poured into the relationship, alot in a short time!

We bring dirty dishes that later get broken and pieces left lying. They would bleed if they could.

Pieces break and heart hurts. After a while we don't even know what made the dish fall. Who knocked it off?

Both pieces are only capable of caring - from a distance. It got to be too much? We knew we were locked in; someone said something hurtful?

And now the dishes lay broken, in pieces.

Relationships are too hard; the emotions too hard to deal with! Hearts caught in throats and the words just won't come out. One more afraid then the other to cause more pain. Hearts aching for just a moment of the loving times; just aching to feel the warmth of love.

It's easier to walk way; it takes so much energy and problem solving skills - can't do it! It's too scary - don't want to hurt anymore.

Heads think one way and hearts feels on their own, I'm afraid! Just leave the pieces lie - I'll pick them up later. Maybe we can pick the pieces up together, that's good china you know, and it's priceless!