He called me by my name today. Something wavered my insides like a feather weight swerling in my chest. He usually calls me "Babe". Seemed so distant. Loud and clear. It wasn't his forte. In all of my honesty, I want to be loved wantingly. I feel like it might never be that day ever. All that he keeps telling me. He needs time to fall in love with me. He says he lost his will to fall so easily long ago. So why was he so nice when we first met. Why was he so beautiful with words that I couldn't help but trust on him never letting me go...
