My necklace

As special as a shooting star.
Not big to you, but big to me,
Plain and simple yet so special,
Too special to replace,
But Why?

It is not the object,
But the person who gave it to me.
To give it away would be upsetting,
It couldn’t just be anyone.
They would have to be special to me.

‘M’ for Mia.
It was made for me,
If it wasn’t mine,
Who else could it be?
If I had one question,

Anything at all,
What would it be?
It would be special,
Maybe…
Am I as special to you as you are to me?