6. An aquamarine.

I began loving you so fast and so sudden, almost as soon as I met you. Like I had met an equal and not knowing I had been searching. 

In the before times, right there before I lost the grip of the teenage years, when you were right there, full of secret references and the most amazing quirks, with your "I sure know where I'm going" stride, you could lead me into a black hole and I'd follow, stopping right before we both fell into the unknown, just to check if you knew your way or not. You're the wildest ride I never want to get down from. The one that takes you to the prettiest sights and the most hidden places that you never forget, you're all this adventures going on all the time, a fairy from a tale, a misterious cat in a magical forest, the most amazing woman on earth.

I'm sorry it became so painful inside you. I'm sorry I don't have the right words to say to make it better, to have you see how much love I have for you and for everything you do, but today, forgive me for trying.

I love the way you pick out the right magazine cut out for every wall you put together. I adore the way you musicalize up every moment, with a headphone, a speaker or an empty cup, you always set the right vibe, the right mood, the right way to just be yourself, you make it so welcome, such a warm place it is to be in your company, to paint your nails three different colors and organize all the pencils in a rainbow order before finding figures in a children's book.

I miss being in your company more often. I miss those brunches that turned into three days of togetherness, of talking or not talking or washing dishes and making cheap ass hummus in a blender that wouldn't give and watching the shittiest disney movie ever made. 

You're the smartest toughest woman I've ever met. You have pulled me from the gutter and brought me out to see the sun and my heart holds you so dear always.

Thank you for being you, with your smile and laughter, with your gentle embrace that you never give up easily, except for me, with your dimples and your curls, for the kindest soul and the always understanding mind. For having been through hell and back. Thank you for staying.

Fuck the pearl, you're a March aquamarine.

Loving and tender, honest and loyal as they are, full of light, so clear and beautiful.

Pearls aren't even that fucking shiny.