Broken glass of the past </3

Anger, disgust, loathing. Just a few things that come to mind when I think of how I feel about the past.
Things that you wish could have been or changed but knowing that you will never get the chance again. . .
Letting something so precious so fragile, like thin glass, slip from your grasp and shatter among the rocks. Leaving her there to be stepped on and to cause others pain. . .
Little did I know that even the most broken of things can be fixed if you nurture it and love it.
I deserted that broken glass thinking I couldn't do anything else, wishing for it to be beautiful again but not trying to fix what was broken.
What I loved and lost, another found and it causes me pain to see it more beautiful than when I had it . . .
Keep your broken glass for it could turn into the most beautiful wonderful thing in your life. I still love that glass even till today. . . Don't make my mistake.