Love. The never ending topic. The word that's most often said and taken back. The emotion that's most repressed and expressed. The heavily debated emotion, sometimes unnamed and other times confused for mere infatuation or used to slake your most carnal desires. The not so fine line between lust and love which leaves majority of us confused. Along with this confusion comes the unexpected feeling of loss, the long battle of mending your way out of a heartbreak, spending hours listening to songs that's sung about loss and betrayal, your loved ones telling you that it is not the end of the world, that you would find this so called 'love' once again.

Months later you would still find yourself to be in a state of denial; refusing to believe that the 'one' for you exists, while watching videos that tend to refute amorous feelings, reading books written by women who have had the bitter end of the stick: you come to realize that at some point in our lives we have all been a teapot. A naive, freshly brewed pot of tea, which had moved into the circle of tea lovers, hopeful that one of the tea loving gentlemen would single you out, sample your tea and vow to keep sipping from your teacup for as long as you breathed.

But just like everything else in this life, the tea loving gentlemen that you would come across is as versatile as it can get. For instance, there are the seasoned tea lovers; who continue to sip from as many teacups as they can get and then there are the ones who try extremely hard to convince you that they have never been the kind to sample tea before and what you have presented to them is something so exquisite and rare that they would vow to immerse themselves in it. It is the latter one that you should be wary of. It is the I-have-never-met-a-teapot-like-you ones that's going to leave you devastated. Confused and bitter to the core because they are the ones who mold you into thinking that you are special. That the patterns on your teapot is unique and treats you like the most expensive silverware.

They are the ones who would sample your tea in sips, slowly taking their time unlike the seasoned ones who would gulp the tea down at once and move onto the next. They are the ones who would make you give your finest blend, unknowingly draining you of your very best; the most precious blend of tea that you had kept hidden for many years waiting for the one that truly deserved it. Blinded by their acts of 'love' you brew your most exquisite blend and you let them sip it unconditionally, but halfway through it they will put the cup down and walk away. Leaving you feeling completely baffled as to what went wrong.

Was the blend that you offered with all your heart too bitter for his liking? Did you come off as too needy? So many questions that will remain unanswered and that is the exact moment when the blindfold comes off and you see the tea lover for who he really is. A calculative philander who have had years of experience in extracting the finer blends of tea. They are the finest magicians that lure the innocent and vulnerable into their tents leaving you mesmerized by their performance. The silence that comes after the curtains are drawn is deafening. You fall apart in that silence, the grief that builds up inside of you begins to show. The small cracks that appears on the surface of the teapot widens with time, the once shiny surface dulled by the heart that bleeds profusely.

It is as if he had shot the teapot while it was at its most vulnerable state. The shards of ceramic strewn all over the place, the suddenness of it knocking you off balance, teetering into an abyss that engulfs you, its sinister claws trapping you in a place where you become the worst cynic. It is here in this abyss that you try to glue yourself back together, picking up the pieces, trying to revert yourself into the fine-looking teapot that you once were, but the ugly truth is that you will never be the same again. Even if someone else comes along and says that you still possess the shine and allure that you once did, someone who would see past those cracks that weren't properly glued back, you would still consider yourself as a teapot that's broken for good. The damage, irreversible. The brewed tea no longer exquisite but bland.

So yes, at some point in our lives we have all been this teapot. Haven't we?