Say my name, say my name.

Perhaps it’s just me, but when someone speaks my name my stomach feels uneasy. It takes me aback - feels completely unnatural. I have no definite reason for this unusual feeling of uneasiness. All I know is that the sound of it hangs awkwardly in the air each time I hear it. 

When he cried out my name in bed last night, my name still sounded foreign as ever, but this time the detachment to my own given name brought on a sense of unfamiliarity that amused and excited me in a way i’ll forever fail to properly explain.

It occurred to me that my name is often only spoken when I’ve done wrong or something has gone wrong. To hear it said so sweetly struck me rather hard - I don’t think it has ever come across as sweet as it did in that moment…