Some people call her Di,

while others Dian.

Well…

Let me tell you that

Diana loves love. 

She loves kindness. 

A warm hug.

A sweet smile.

Diana is a soul searcher.

She gets attracted, like a magnet, 

by those who have a gentle soul.

And let me tell you that, 

once she finds them,

she never lets go.

She deeply values a genuine connection.

She asks for vulnerability and intimacy.

She adores deep-long conversations.

Her purest gift is quality time.

Diana is so humanly imperfect.

She stumbles and falls, 

but she never gives up.

On the bright side, 

she lifts herself up, 

rising like the sun.

Diana is a free spirited person, 

with a tender heart and a curious mind.

She may even call herself an old-soul.

She is a wanderer,

so passionate about life.

Is she a dreamer?

Oh yes, she is.

She spends her free time thinking,

daydreaming,

admiring,

learning,

loving.

Diana is and adventurer at heart.

She enjoys exploring and discovering. 

She dances with the wind. 

She feels light and free.

That’s Diana.

A person who likes to be loved, 

but someone who loves unconditionally and deeply. 

Someone that appreciates special moments 

and keeps them as the most precious treasure.

She adores going on a walk with her own company.

That’s her meditation

Her way of finding peace.

Nevertheless she shares those walks with 

the people she cares the most. 

She thinks there’s nothing more beautiful

than sharing life together.

That’s it.

Diana may be a loner at times, 

but she is so willing to share,

and most important,

to give.

She gives so much.

She gives herself to those she loves

with no hesitation.

She would rather share a sunset 

with a loved one, 

rather than doing it alone.

Because company is what makes life beautiful.

At least more beautiful from what it already is.

Diana is here. 

Waiting.

Searching.

But she is present in this moment.

She is art.

She is human.

Diana is vulnerable.

Diana is growing.

Yes, I am growing.

Evolving.

And the same way flowers do, 

I will bloom in the beautiful garden 

of my life.

Still searching for my place.

A place I could call home.

Where are you?

Who are you?

I don’t know yet.

But I know you are there, 

that I’m getting closer.

That you’re waiting for me,

with your arms wide open.