This is the story of a girl in a glass box.

This is the story of a girl in a glass box.
Nothing can touch her, nothing can harm her.
She loves no one and no one loves her back.
She lives in a world with no sadness or pain
A world with no people, every day just the same
As the last, whichwas boring, as boring can be
Life in a glass box, with nothing to see
Until one day a glass cutter visited her home
And cut away the side of her box.
He said, he'd rescue her from the monotony on one condition:
She wasn't allowed to fall in love with him.
What is love? She asked him, and he laughed.
They travelled the world together, the glass cutter and the girl from the box.
They visited Paris, Milan, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Brazil, Mexico, and the Great Wall of China.
Together, the glass cutter and the girl from the box hiked in the Cloud Forest and swam in the seven seas.
Then one day, the girl from the box said to the glass cutter:
"I have grown to appreciate your company very much.
You are funny and kind and considerate. I don't think you could stand to hurt a fly,
But you could certainly take down a lion if he dared to hurt anything you cared for.
I wish," she sighed, "I wish I could spend the rest of my life with you.
I am so happy," she said, "I could burst.
And I wish that I could do something to make you as happy as I am now."
The glass gutter stopped laughing
And he looked at the girl
"That is love." He said.
"What you have described is love."
And he left, without another word.
Because he knew that the girl from the glass box had fallen in love with him.
And so the girl who had lived in the glass box found another glass box to live inside of.
And she thought.
And she thought.
And she thought and she dreamed and she wished for the glass cutter.
She saw nothing,
she did nothing,
she felt nothing
but she thought everything.
She thought rainbows and oceans and tall ships and telegrams.
She thought lunches in Paris and late night trains to London.
She thought of eating rabbit at midnight and of the shape of the glass cutter's chin.
She thought:
This is what love feels like.
And then she realized, with a start,
That even when you live in a glass box you can still feel things.
You can feel longing and fear and misery and love.
You just can't do anything about the way you feel.
And she dreamed and she wished for a happy ending to her story
But she couldn't do anything about it, because she had ruined everything.
She had fallen in love with the glass cutter
And she had found herself another glass box to live inside.

And honestly, that's the end of the story as far as I'm concerned.
The glass cutter may have come back for her, but he also may not have.
In the end, it doesn't really matter.
There is no moral to the story.
Sometimes, that's just how life is.