diamonds are family. they are your mother's fingers. they are your grandmother's remains. the rocks that they've touched, the ones they've left behind a little bit of magic on. some day, diamonds will be the man you love.
diamonds are the stars. they are the sparkle and the shine in the sky. they are the little light at night that will guide you home. they are the breadcrumb trail for when you're lost. they will be the twinkle in his eye when he tickles you and the familiarity of his smile when he says he loves you. diamonds will remind where home is, and why you want to find your way back.
diamonds are the sea. the way they comfortably fit on your finger, in your ears, across your collarbones, is the same way the sea fills itself into the cracks of the earth. you drive past the sea to work everyday, throw it but a glance; that's what you do to your diamonds each morning. secure them where they belong, but never stop to admire them. when you're upset, the day you stop by the sea on your way home, to pull off the uncomfortable work heels and feel the moody relationship of the water and sand between your toes, is the day you will go back home, get into your favourite sweatpants and choose to leave the diamonds on. that day, when you stop to admire these diamonds, you will realise that you feel the same feelings when you see your diamonds as you feel because of the sea. the same reassurance. the same homeliness. the security that you craved and found in the sea, in it's sounds and shells, you have found in your diamonds. then, you will hear the door to your apartment open as he comes in, and you will feel a pair of arms around you, and you will realise that the diamonds are the sea, that they are family.
-what diamonds mean to me. 27//05//2018
