The Necklace

You grabbed the sparkling object off of the platter. As you handed the Dominican pesos to the cashier, I wish I was able to see your smile. You knew that I would love it. And when a ping went off on my phone, I saw that it was you. Look what I got you was sent with flirtatious emojis conveying your excitement. Finally, when the sparkly object was flown to LaGuardia in its brown paper bag, packed gently into your suitcase, and later into my hands, the abundance of words weren't needed. Smiling as I tried it on, I knew.