Under The Oak Tree.

Seashells are plenty. They may not be in sight. Some are just below the surface, just like the agony that has been living under my skin. And some are trapped deep below the vast sand. Hidden. Completely unnoticed. Perhaps assumed gone...

But I know I had tried hardest. That is why I had found him. Gladly. I dug as much as I could. My blood, sweat and tears are all paying off now. And I love him.

The rarest breed. The one in a million. The shinniest diamond that has ever been discovered is wrapped around in my fingers. And hell. I will take good care of it. The way I have always been over the years...