Life of a small boar

Dear DSP,

It had been nice, knowing you. A pleasant journey with personal growth on my part. Our last date was satisfying enough, but some things are just not meant to be, you know? No hard feelings,k? We shall separate in peace.

Dear DSP,

Looking back, I have known you for almost 5 months. We have been through a lot, there were ups and downs. It is true that I have neglected you at times, unwilling to spend some time with you due to some other temptations. But you must know that deep down, I really do love you, and would love to know you more. So please, can you stop being so mysterious and playing hard to get?

Tomorrow is the fateful day, to test our relationship. I hope we survive it.

Dear Brittle Glass,

I have no idea why the cut from your broken pieces still sting at odd times, especially when people insist on discussing it, and I have to pretend that I don't care. The frequency is dropping though, and I hope the day will come when I can really laugh the whole thing off.

Just because something looks pretty and reflects light does not mean that it is a gem.

Just because it captures and traps the beautiful rainbow does not mean that it's a crystal.

It can be a brilliant work of glass, pretending it's worth more than just that

It can be a cleverly made plastic, meant to imitate the look of a diamond's every beauty

Or it can be a luminous sculpture of ice, mesmerizing but will melt to nothing in my grasp

I guess you're a little of all

A wonderful carved piece of perhaps the highest quality of brittle glass

Pleasant to the eyes of many, a proud possession I seem to have, but I alone know the value you hold

Not very much

An old amethyst may not look as radiant

a ruby might not sparkle as you do

an aquamarine might not have the crystal-clear beauty you possess

but they're true and real

and will not change through time and trials