[ She breathes out through her nose too, although hers are the little puffs of air that are her silent chuckle. ]

Perhaps. Mais la vie est étrange, et les coeurs plus étrangers, so perhaps not.

Perhaps I will learn that there are other ways I can love besides losing myself, that it is not lesser to not push everything I have into another's hands.

[ She kisses his cheek again, and then pulls back so she can look at him and smile softly. ]

But I think you are wrong. I think you know how to love, if you will let yourself learn instead of thinking it must look like this, or it must look like that. I think there are as many kinds of love as there are lovers, and ours will be our own. We are the only two in the world with our story, yes?

[ There's the sound of a delicate chain moving, a quiet click as she takes up the locket again. ]

Just as they are the only two with theirs.