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I love the sound of my name rolling off of your lips.

For one thing, my expectations have fallen to the point where I’m just impressed that you remember it. Points for paying attention. And, because it’s an unusual name, I know that it wasn’t just a lucky guess.

Somehow, coming from you, it doesn’t sound like one of those condescending memory tricks, “Hi, Exposed, it’s nice to meet you,” or “You know, Exposed, here’s a really interesting fact about me.” From you it sounds like, “Exposed, I want your attention and I could care less if anyone else in this room is listening to what I have to say.”

It’s what makes me want to believe you when you say that you’ve had phone issues, and really meant to call. Well, okay, half-believe you, because I want to hear you say it again, and because now you’re making an effort.

I want to hear you say it followed by the words “I like you,” or even “I’d like to see you again.” I want to see your name light up the LCD screen on my phone, because that sound would be music to my eyes.

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