But really, maybe I am the problem.  Almost every person I have encountered has been like glass.   I meet them.  They like me.  After a while, everyone gets bored.  A lot of the time I push them away.  I stop talking to them.  I don’t want to care about them.   I find one little thing that is a “flaw” in them, and I let it fuel through me with everything I have.  I stop trusting the person completely.  I let them break.  I let them fall gracefully from my hands.  I watch, as if it is in slow motion.  Then all at once they shatter.  They mean nothing to me, even though, they once did.