In the clear glass jar

I remember all the good things you have said to me. All the good things scattered throughout your own random ramblings. Which I also have enjoyed. But all those good things I have appreciated so much more. I can put all of these good things in a jar, to keep them forever. The lid screwed on tightly. A clear jar, so I can always see the good things inside. A glass jar, that can break, if I'm not careful with it. Which would leave the good things mixed in with everything else. Outside the jar.