It has been TOO LONG and this is all I have...

The Vase sits alone in the corner of the room. She has been mishandled and abused by previous owners. Now she just sits and waits for someone new.
He first noticed the vase several years ago. He has studied the curves and imperfections. He so desires to pick it up, but is so very fearful of harming the delicate structure.
The vase sits watching people come and go. She wants to make her desires known to all, but she just sits and gathers dust and grime. She is fearful she will be picked by the wrong person.
He decides he cannot take it anymore and it is time for action. He goes over and runs his so soft hands over the vases cool exterior. He carefully avoids the broken parts. He holds the her so very close.
The vase, finally, is touched. It feels wonderful. He is so very gentle with her. She knows he will never hurt her; she is afraid he will get too close and cut himself on her sharp edges.
He sees the mess he is in now. The built-up dirt and grime is now on him. He wants to keep the vase, but has no place for her in his bachelors pad. He feels dirty and wrong as he puts her back.
The vase is now more noticeable, but who really wants or has space for a cracked vase? She sits and waits. Longing for his touch, not sure what he she wants to hold and protect her from the world.