In Myself, There is You, as described by the author, A man and woman stand facing away from each other, each with a series of pages in hand; a long letter written to each individual, each holding one written by the other. They are sorrowful, and their body language is still and calm with despair. She is married, “accounted for”, but they are meant to be - they know it, and it has been shared in all that they have never said. It is their secret oath that they will always belong to one another - this is the truth, and it cannot be forgotten.