tortoise keyring

I am fifteen , carefree and in love. Our destination unknown , the mud beneath us tough. A glisten caught my eye, amongst other tattered stuff. You looked down at me smiling, pulling at your cuff. A tortoise? he asks? as though such gift was not enough. Its perfect, I plead and forever since the memory stuck. The colours represent our story, ive held onto it as luck. thirteen years have passed and yet , my keyring makes my face light up.