I had only heard your name once before meeting you, and it was a user on Witty actually. After all, it's not very common... At least not where we live. During the time that I could call you mine, it became my favorite name- because it was just so unique, and because it belonged to such an amazing person. But now, I can't leave my house or even turn on the TV without hearing the name. It's like the world is trying to rub it in my face that you've moved on, and I still haven't. Now that you're no longer mine, your name haunts me