The last time I saw her, she was made of diamond, so beautiful yet so unapproachable, so mesmerizing yet untouchable, so rigid, so dispassionate. She was hard like steel, I broke my hand when I tried to reach into her. It hurt me to learn that not even I had access to her. No matter the memories we shared, no matter how long the nights were where we poured our hearts into each other's hands, she still saw me as she saw the rest of the word. In the end, I was still kept outside of her, I was not permitted in. She didn't even open for me. The one person who she once let see right through her.