"Just one word. My name. Not my nicknames, but my name. You say it with a low voice, low and smooth and just full of need, and desperate want. Like you’re trying to seal me in an envelope, showering me. If you ever could give someone a hug with words, it won’t be ‘I love you’, it would be my name. Just one word. Nothing more."


How it breaks my heart that I cannot remember the last time you said my name.