so there's this person.
this person has a name that i occasionally see written down, a fantastically beautiful name. it's nothing i've ever heard before and it just flows in my mind. wind through tall grass, that sort of thing. i hope you can understand i can't actually write the name down here; instead, think of rainbows and butterflies and flowers, and put that all into letters until the letter combination sounds like a warm summer sunday morning.
it may not seem like it on the surface, but i'm a very passionate person.* so the logical thing to do was to develop an immediate and intense name crush on this girl.
and then when her name comes up again a few weeks later it turns out that she isn't a she.
rationally i know nothing would ever have come of it (and i wouldn't have wanted anything, to be sure; i'm happily married and you cannot have me,
miss mr beautiful name), but psychologically it was very disappointing. odd, some things.
all i want for christmas is 184 front teeth. please help. no one should have to choose between memory and food.
*not really, but it makes the transition easier.