"so why did you stay ?"

and that's something perhaps I'll never find the answer to.

maybe he blinded me with the delicacy in which he treated me, like a jewel he could never give up.

he made me feel like a blessing, even when I hated what made me.

but after all, I wasn't a diamond.

stones, jewels and diamonds, was I a stone before I met him ? did he make me a jewel ?

all I knew was that he left with all the colours that painted me, and how useless it was to be a jewel in a diamond sea.