The crystals of the mirror. Opal is as if shards of millions of mirrors broke apart. Take millions of stars and millions of shards of glass and compress them into a rock. That is what makes opal the most precious rock to me. I seek the sparkles in her eyes. Why do you collect rocks? I collect rocks because I find something special in the sparkles. I find something that isnt there. There are millions of rocks, millions of pebbles strewn around this island, around the ocean, and around the oceans ocean. But this rock is special to me. Why cant I be your special rock?
Millions of shards of dreams that where crushed by the boot of reaility condensed into this single rock. There are so many out there. So many special rocks. Will you be my special rock? He gripped her neck with his forearms and pulled her in close. Kissing her cheek and under the ear. I love you so much he whispered. When I was young, I carried boots to my grandparents and my mom remembered very fondly. When I was young, My parents never owned a crib, One child to the left, one child in the middle, and one child to the right.