"She will open the box and slowly..."
"She will open the box and slowly, when she so desires, read the letters one by one.
As she works her way back up the interminable thread of blue ink she will gather up the years-- the days, the moments-- that that man, before he ever met her, had already given to her.
Or perhaps more simply, she will overturn the box and astonished at that comical snowstorm of letters, she will smile, saying to that man, 'You are mad.'
And she will love him forever.”