He offered her the world. She told him she already had his.
It is not strange? We ignore those who adore us, we adore those who ignore us, we love those who hurt us, and we hurt those who love us.
But have you ever wondered why? It probably depends on the nature of each of us, perhaps on our past.
Twisted as a reaction, but partially coherent.
The value of a diamond makes it less accessible, and the desire to own it is often proportional to its accessibility.
Diamante is the woman who runs without being caught up.
To you who are Diamond, choose the best. You must be your primary choice.
You belong to yourself.
Be jealous of what you have the prestige to call your own.
Beloved, you are enough.
“You are yours”
