there will be no room in heaven for me, i know, because i broke your favourite cup. i will find you another favourite cup. i promise. it will be very special and very favourite-like and i will find it and bring it home for you swaddled in linens and and one hundred 'i'm sorries'. i'm sorry. i am sorry.
there is a moroccan saying that when you break something glass or glass-like, it means that someone who was thinking nasty things about you just stopped. i think the opposite happened when i broke your cup. i think you may have just started.
but one day,
please forgive me.