The Girl Made of Glass

There once was a girl made of glass. She was crystal clear and people thought she was beautiful.  Everyone could see right through her, which meant it was impossible to have any secrets.  What you see is what you get with the girl of glass.  She felt vulnerable knowing that whenever she got close to someone they would know more about her then she would know about them.  She was strong, but fragile.  So she lived in a fortress to protect herself. She was afraid to go out and have adventures, because she might crack. Or break.  So she kept mostly to herself.

One day she saw a boy made of fire.  He was filled with bright beautiful colors. She couldn’t see through him, so he was mysterious to her. Yet she was intrigued by his heat and beauty. She wanted desperately to get to know him, but was afraid if she got too close, she would melt and lose herself.

The boy made of fire felt misunderstood.  He had great power and was respected.  His flames could light up a room and make him the life of the party. He had so much passion for life, but was afraid he would hurt or destroy anyone he got close to.  So he generally burned quietly and never let anyone get too close.  When the boy made of fire saw the girl made of glass, he was intrigued.  She was so honest and true and would glimmer when the light hit her just right.  But he was terrified of hurting her, so he always kept a bit of distance.

One day the girl made of glass decided to meet the boy made of fire.  She decided it was better to experience his color, heat and passion, and risk melting away, then to stay locked up in her fortress alone.  She moved in closer to the boy, and at first he moved away.  He was so afraid of destroying her.  But she said, “It’s ok.  I’m no longer afraid.  You have so much passion, color, and life to share. Please let me in.”

And he did. He trusted her because he knew she could only be honest and transparent. And she didn’t have any secrets.  As she moved in close, she could feel herself starting to melt.  It burned at first, but she never felt so alive.  And she found, that as she moved, instead of melting away she could change shapes.  She moved, swayed and spun in his flames and could change and mold herself with his help. Together with the boy of fire, they were making something new.  After some time, she stepped out of him as the same girl, but different.  She was made of new shapes that they molded together, and full of life, color and passion.  And the boy made of fire was so happy.  He could finally share his passion with someone else. And he didn’t destroy the girl made of glass.  He helped her grow and change.  And the girl made of glass was happy.  She could finally experience passion and life.  And she knew that as long as they could move, sway and spin together, the girl made of glass and the boy made of fire could be with one another.

So for the rest of their lives, the boy made of fire and girl made of glass moved in and out of each other, and each time they created something beautiful and new. Together.