Hello, My Name Is:

You never really appreciate the names of others
When you call for a friend, their name is just a name,
My name is just a name
And as crazy as it may seem now,
Your name used to just be a name.
But that is no longer the case.
When your name leaves my lips
it feels as though something precious is being spoken,
And I find myself repeating it
over and over through out the day.
My ears are instantly drawn to the lips of others
who let it roll off their tongue.
I never knew that it would be your name
that would immediately make my heart skip a beat.
But that's the thing,
Names are just names
Until this name is now the name of the
person you love.

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