I love when people say my name. I love when they say it with affection. I crave affection. Maybe that’s why I crave him. No one had broken my heart or given me feelings like these until I met him. My heart broke before he had a chance to cherish its wholeness. It’s currently in many pieces. Every piece is in his palm. I broke it myself to be honest. I break my heart every day with my mind. It will never silence itself. I think my brain is swollen from all these thoughts, they crowd me. This is why I write. I must let some thoughts out.