i'm sad to say i don't have this anymore. move across the country enough and you'll discard things, lose things. she gave me these before our brief fling, and i doubt she'd remember it at all. whatever hole those crystals filled (spirituality? superstition?) was filled again with religion a few years later.
not me; i left the church years ago, and never looked back.
when my partner and i started dating, i got her a little cactus for our first valentine's day. it's small and prickly, just like you :). good thing she had a sense of humour.
we ended up keeping that cactus alive for a few years. it finally died after our fourth move. it became something of a running joke between us. i got you a present; hope it's better than a cactus.
i wonder how many little gifts i've forgotten about in the years since. last year, i got a lovely one: one of my friends started doing pottery, and knowing i like clay mugs, made me a little cup. it's imperfect, leans a bit, & the handle's oddle shaped. but who cares? it was made for me, and made with love.