Their love is a diamond. It was once almost lost in the land of the rough, almost condemned to a future of 'what-if's and 'if-only's and 'maybe-one-day's, but they found it and cleaned it and chiselled it down so that, now, they can treasure it like the jewel they both know it to be.
Despite its inauspicious beginnings, it now shines bright and free as it catches and reflects the rays of light that manage to make their way through the clouds threatening to overcome them. They set it into their lives like a centrepiece to be admired and appreciated at every opportunity, and she wears it without fail as a constant reminder of what they've built and worked towards. No matter how dark and terrible their circumstances become, and no matter how intensely the shadow of death sets into the valley of their lives, they cling to the hope of its promise like a lifeline, certain that it will see them through.
For their love, although once naught but a diamond in the rough, has been given the chance to be turned into a great work of art, and they are both determined to appreciate it for as long as either of them is around to maintain it.
A/N: I was going to post this later this week so that it could serve as incentive to finish some other things first, but - and sorry for the political stuff - Abbott's leadership has been challenged and the spill is about to start and I'm so excited that I'm not going to be good for anything but politics and Pokémon for the rest of the night. Thank you again to everyone who has followed, favourited or reviewed this so far. I'm pretty sure I've responded to everyone, but I'm not in the right state of mind to check at the moment.