what is it about having your name be a part of that little, three-word sentence that elevates it to a whole new level of meaning and dearness?
the +Madison tugs at my heart a little bit more, makes me swivel-turn toward the speaker a little bit more anxiously, hurried to respond: “I miss you, too!”
am I really so self-absorbed (yes, but…) to have fallen prey to that subconscious tickling of the fancy, to be extra pleased when someone calls my name? is it really just narcissism? yeah, probably —
I’m only human — can’t help what my brain feels tickled by, except to block my proverbial ears with my proverbial fists and say BLAH BLAH I DON’T HEAR YOU SAYING THAT SWEET WORD TO ME, MAKING YOUR SWEET MESSAGE THAT MUCH SWEETER.
and anyway, why not indulge a little in the brain tickling?
“I miss you, Madison,” they say, and it gets me turned around faster cause it gets my heart beating a little quicker and makes my response-“I miss you, TOO!” come a little more genuine. so why not.