My name is Kathy Nguyen, and i am...
Your name, is who you are.
You aren't Jimmy, Johnny, Jane, Lacey...(unless you are.)
Others identify you by your name.
To ask you for a favor, to tell you to fuck off, etc.
Oh you know so and so, the one with the thing, that lives over there by that place...?
Can i call you by your full name, or can i call you by the shorter version of that?
"No, only my friends can call me that."
Your name shows who is accepted - who you've deemed worthy.
Listen to the way someone says your name.
The way it rolls off their tongue,
with that accent they have,
with that lisp,
with that stutter,
with the way the talk...
The way they may say it slowly, or quick...
The way they would whisper it in your ear -
in which making your name sound so, so, so, so
special,
lovely,
grand,
or all the above.
In that moment, your name is more than your name.
It's a symbol of who you are, who you are to the person saying your name.
Your name becomes precious. Only to be said during the sweetest hours.
So we'll savor your name,
and replace it with
Sweetie, Honey, Dear,
But it'll never be as sincere as
_______, I love you.
♥
