Diamond πŸ’«

Every single day,

the Star wished the Diamond the best life could ever offer.

He hoped her smile never faded.
He hoped her heart always found peace.
He hoped she was loved in every way he could no longer give.

Then one day,
the Diamond gave birth to a baby boy.

The Star smiled brighter than ever before.

From far away, he whispered into the night,

“May he grow strong.
May he dream without fear.
May he become the best in everything he chooses.
May he run like Ronaldo,
and one day become a little Junior Ronaldo.”
πŸ₯ΉπŸ’«

The Star asked for nothing.

Seeing the Diamond happy
was enough.

He remained in the sky.

She remained on the earth.

Distance became their language.

Silence became their promise.

Only one sentence existed - never spoken, never heard, but forever understod,.

“It’s better to be like this… :) Diamond liv’ the best long he hope”

Some things are never replaced. πŸ’Ž

Some people are never forgotten.

And if the wind could carry one message across the night, it would simply be

“Yes ‘ iam ... and  hope you’re doing well. πŸ‰πŸ£


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