One is a glass, waiting to be filled with its own water. Soon the water will get lost and the glass will remain empty, still waiting for it, patiently, lonely, miserably hopeful, until the glass gets old, grew regretful, desperate of what it could have been. Now hopeful of soon it will end. They should have made The Glass strong in the beginning, they shouldn't have weakened it, crack it. They should have made its core stronger so The Glass would not give up easily, not feel hopeful of its ending. They should have made the glass out of love not out of "Must". Maybe then water wouldn't leave and The Glass wouldn't have to suffer that much.