My heart is a locket. Small, shiny, pure, and delicate. It's hard to open when you first try. But in that moment when it finally opens up, you can fill the empty space with memories that I can carry with me forever. My heart opens time and time again, but sometimes I must close it for fear that it may break. So I do. I am weary to open it again, but I must. Constantly I open and close my heart, and it weathers, eventually to the point where my heart is so old and worn down that it is impossible to seal it, as there is nothing left to keep it closed. My heart hangs limp, filling my head with memories old and new, happy and sad, breathtaking and heartbreaking memories that I carry with me forever.