My Rock

I remember driving that long, empty highway back to the sand storms of Lubbock starring at my rock glistening in the sunlight.

He gave it to me the night before. The night before a day of class & the rushes of the world. We couldn't wait any longer. Our eyes full of tears, our hearts full of love. This was our promise to love each other forever.

The day I broke his heart he took my rock back with him. I was without it for a couple of years until his Savior took him. I was thankful his mom hung onto it this long.

I now keep my rock in a box with his rock. A symbol of love continues to circle the diamond I call my rock.

We both polished each other until we shined like the diamonds we are underneath....he continues to polish me...