by Anonymous You: a gorgeous glittering gem just wanting to be free. Me: your owner for 27 years. You liberated yourself from my ear, destined to go on an eternal adventure, leaving me to console myself and your twin, wondering if we'll ever see you again. You may have made your new home on the floor near Otto's sausages, or rolled under a massive concrete aisle at Costco. Maybe someone will find you and wonder about your mate. We've had a worldwide adventure together. I'll miss you terribly.