When we met, I found out your name was Xavier. And I was ecstatic. I've always loved that name. It's cool and it has an X in it which is even more awesome. This must've been the start of me deluding myself to your true persona. Which I'm so sorry for.
Then I found out you call yourself Javier. With a "ha" sound instead of the sexy "ex-zavier" that I was expecting. And I couldn't bring myself to call you by your right name. And you couldn't bring yourself to correct me.
We dated. I called you Xavier. We broke up. And...
I started calling you Xavier with a "ha" sound. And perhaps this was me, finally accepting you for who you are. So again, sorry it took me so long.
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Names are important. I hate when people call me by my sister's name. It's not like we look alike or act alike or anything, they just forget which one goes with which name. Not saying someone's name right is like not bothering to know them.
- #1947 Posted 2 years ago
Elsha is right, names ARE important. They have meaning and they define things in our thoughts. I can write the word apple and you know many of the qualities that I mean. It's why when people re-invent themselves, they often choose a new name or nickname.
Your story resonates with me because I've been in a very similar position.
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