It was hard to find that diamond between all those fake stones. Hard to reach but not impossible. I don’t know... what gave away to such a relation that blossomed during time. Perfectly carved and brilliance were its qualities but the wonder still took forward... who could have lost it during the journey??? Even if lost, when found out, why didn’t cum back in search??? Anyway it’s not about the loss that counts, it’s about the gain which I have.
If not he had’th lost I shall neither have gained... sounds quite old fashioned but it’s the truth. During the past years of my life I was lucky enough to have a gem with me through out. That I found, kept... and eventually lost. Some of them were lost yet regained broken, which I held closer to thy heart. These past days I’ve regretted about the lost gems... not anymore. I’ve lost them for else to find. It maybe thee the one who holds my once lost gem. Precious they are not because I used to have them, cause they are worth a life time...
During these years... the count of stones skipped but not of the gems. Each has a different life but once they were linked to mine. No longer I hold them for somewhere along the journey, I misplaced and refused to turn back...
It seems quite weird... when you know I’m talking about you and still you wonder who is that lucky person mentioned in my scratch.
