You’re goals. You’re perfect for each other. You guys are so cute.
That was all anyone ever said about our relationship.
I don’t understand how no one saw the truth, saw through his facade.
We lived together for two years. The house was made of bricks, but sometimes I wish the walls were made of glass, so people could see through it. And find out what really happened behind closed doors.
We weren’t cute. We weren’t goals. We weren’t perfect.
Our outings became less and less frequent before they stopped happening altogether.
Herminia Chow 
Aw, so sad. Maybe they’ll work things out and get back together. 😉
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I love your positivity. 😀
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Thank you.
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It’s contagious.
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Very intriguing. What appears outside does not always reflect the truth inside; you’ve captured this.
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Well said! Thank you so much.
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Phew. Two years can seem like forever when they’re happening. Thankfully, it turned into a short story. In my opinion, you’re a stronger woman for it! 🙂
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That’s true. I turn a lot of things into short stories. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?
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Yes!!! Stronger, and wiser, too. Ouch!
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Exactly. Life makes us better.
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Stories are such a powerful medium to connect and communicate our ideas, and telling short stories is an art and the art is acquiring new avatar with the rapidly evolving digital space. The title “Glass House” speaks it all, and brevity and beauty is the essence of the art of story telling…
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Well said. I agree with you. I should try to read more short stories. Brevity is what I try to aim for. Sometimes I wonder if it’s my laziness rearing its ugly head.
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