I love you so much that my heart slips a beat when you call my name.

"Everyone you meet has a part to play in your story. And while some may take a chapter, others a paragraph and most will be no more than scribbled notes in the margins, someday you'll meet someone who will become so integral to your life, you'll put their name in the title."

Every time you say my name a piece of me falls into place.

A name makes no matter to me, as long as I can call you my own.

My first name and your last name would sound great together.

I wore your promise on my finger for one year. I'll wear your name on my heart till I die. Because you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

Saying his name stabbed my heart, like someone had ripped through my carefully stitched up world and exposed the infected, pulsing red tissue that I thought was healing.

She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory--the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.