I talked about you today. I had not done that for some time. I don't know why I did it. But don't worry, I didn't say your name. I was afraid you might show up if I said it, like an apparition.
I always liked your name. It's a common name but you're the one person in the world it suits best. My name is a completely different story, it's overused and insignificant. Like the feelings I get when I'm being dramatic and think about us.
I'm itching to say your name, but I won't. It'll remain trapped. I wouldn't want to summon you.
YOU ARE READING
Reminds Me of You
Short StoryThere are so many things she wants to tell him. But she can't, so she writes them instead.
