A Diamond

The once was this girl, depressed and hollow. She was like a shell but it was hard to say what she really was. There was this boy somewhat depressed but with an ego. They were talking and he asked her a question,  "what is your heart made of?" She said a "bipolar person". He told her it can't be a living thing. She thought and said, "I am a glass jar full of stone or a mood ring that constantly changes." "Do you know what I am?" He asked with a smile. She shook her head, "I am a diamond,  that's what my heart is. Do you know why?" She shrugged and he told her anyway, "because it went threw so much pressure (sadness) and so much fire and heat (anger) over thousands and thousands of years and it became a diamond. Something's that is very rare and unique and beutiful, yet no one can have it. It can never be broken only by another diamond, which is unique and hard to find." On that she thought and walked away, "my heart will never be a diamond,  it is what it is." Even though that's what he wanted to point out. She was his diamond to break him if she wanted.