Today was the day. The day I was going to see her again. After six long months, today I would finally be able to breathe the same air as her, stand in the same room as her. Watch her—not through the cold glare of a news article or from behind a screen—but with my own eyes. I would see her properly, entirely, and she would shine like she always does. Diya doesn’t just walk into a space, she claims it. She brings this blazing energy with her—radiating confidence, power, grace—without even trying. It’s just who she is. That aura of hers is magnetic. And as much as it pulls everyone towards her, it pulls me the most. Always has.