September 11, 2024

My dearest,

You gently lift a tear from the edge of your eye and drop it onto my forearm.

What is that? I ask you.

My precious tear, you say.

It’s a liquid diamond, dearer than any gemstone on any ring.

No wonder our wedding bands are plain; simple circles of platinum. No rubies or sapphires. No emeralds or gold.

Just a clean and pure circle of love, with your liquid diamonds binding us together for life.

Yours, ever and always.