The Whispers of a Keepsake: How a Simple Word Becomes Forever Right, so picture this for a moment, if you will. I was rummaging through some old boxes, the kind that live in the loft gathering dust and forgotten memories, and I stumbled upon this rather peculiar little trinket. It was a bent wire, twisted into a vaguely heart-like shape, clearly a childhood attempt at jewellery, perhaps a very ear...
