We kissed on the front porch, our final goodnight. He awkwardly pulled out a small white box and placed it in my hand, staring out into the night sky. I opened it and saw a tiny diamond sparkling in the moonlight. "I'll get you a bigger one later on," he murmured. I looked at the dilapidated trailer behind him and pictured my drunken mother sleeping inside. I jumped into his arms nodding yes frantically, then sent him on his way.