wax and wane

There is that certain amount of comfort you feel with someone you share a bond with. That very comfort and ease which makes you think it gives u all the right in the world to spill your stress and frustrations unto him, and pull the mat right off his cherry eyed tinted glasses of you. And all the whilst, thinking that the pure solidity of your friendship would outdo the evils you inflict.

When, though, is the limit. When will the sacrecy of a bond wax and wane? When will he turn his back on you and walk away? When will hearts afalter and fetter off from our hands, as hard as we grasp?

The question is, once the glass has broken, will it, and can it, be unbroken?