He called me a diamond.
Not because he thought that I was beautiful and one of a kind and wanted and cherished and sparkly and everything else diamonds are supposed to be.
He called me a diamond because I was the only thing that pressed against his life of mirrors in such a way that he’ll always remember, because I left a trace.
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