She writes his and her names on a small slip of paper. The two hearts of her locket hold it. Every day, she gently opens the locket. She tells him how her day went, her fears, her passions. From among the whispers and smiles of her tales, floods occasionally erupt to water the quiet slip of paper.
After many years, the two names melt into each other. The paper shrinks around them. Yet, the locket remains… embracing his presence within.