Named After Love

There is something strangely cruel about becoming a memory.
One day, people speak to you.
The next, they speak about you.
Your name slips quietly into the past tense, and the world kind as it pretends to be learns how to continue without asking whether you were ready to leave it.

If you are reading this, then i imagine i no longer have a voice of my own.
So allow me to borrow yours for a little while.

My name is Taiem.
My mother once told me it means a love so profound it bordered on devotion.
It is a beautiful name for a boy who spent most of his life wondering what love was supposed to feel like.