I was 5 years old and alone at home, playing catch.
The ball hit a beautiful ceramic flower vase and it broke.
Scared to my bones, of elders finding it out later in the day,
I quickly stuck the pieces carefully, using a strong adhesive.

It's been two decades now, and the vase still remains,
beautiful as ever, but no one's ever known
that it was broken.

Some love stories, are like that.

- AbhiN