Heart of stone that bleeds

My friends’ hubby collects stones from beaches he visits. He sees something in them, brings them home and then polishes them up a bit and smoothes them. This was in his collection and I was taken with the heart shape. He gave me it as a keepsake. I have it here on a red chopping board - all very symbolic tonight I’m afraid!

Thank you all for my blipday wishes. I hadn’t realised that posting such a mundane picture would take me to an anniversary.