'I want to confess something.'

'Oh, I hope it's nothing big.'

'It could be small, or it could be big.'

'Just say it.'

'... I broke your favorite glass.'

'You don't say?!'

'Let's pretend that I haven't said it then.'

'Don't twist my word like that! How did it happen?'

'Ahem... So...'

You tapped your feet, 'I'm waiting.'

'You know that I'm afraid of cockroaches, don't you?'

'Yep.'

'Last night I was so thirsty so I hopped down to the kitchen. I happened to grab your glass that was placed on the sink. When I looked at it, a cockroach was staring at me, I think it's smirking mockingly at me too. I got scared and out of a reaction, I dropped it.'

'You can just put it back on the sink!'

'I can't help it. As I said it's these reflex mechanism. I tried to used my feet to support it. I think it might lessen the impact. But it happened too fast.'

'I don't want to act like an ass, but you know how much I value it right? You got it for me when we were going out for the first time.'

'Yes, I know. I feel sorry about it too. Almost as much as you are.'

'Almost?'

'Not almost, maybe more than you.'

'It's just.. It held so much memory. Every time I use it I feel like I'm back to that good old time. It's still vivid in my memory.'

'It's just a thing, not that I don't see the value of it, but what really is valuable is the story behind. We don't have a solid evidence to show it right?'

'But still..'

'I can buy you a lot more glasses. Every piece of them will hold lots of memory. Still,  you know that we don't have enough space for all of them either. We have to choose what we want to display, and what we want to keep in a wardrobe of our brain. Not keeping it doesn't mean that we neglect or forget it.'

'I want to throw more tantrum, but hearing this, I don't want to make that broken glass reminds me of our yet-to-happen argument. I'm sorry for this time, a concrete object blinds me for a second.'

'Let's hook our pinky and go buy some new glasses. I will treat you an ice-cream if you're not naughty today.'

'Oh, please. I'm so good that Santa Claus have to give me tons of presents every Christmas.'