XXVII/XXX. Letters

Twenty-six letters; the combination is endless, but there is only one combination that matters to me. Your name. Six letters and two syllables. I always chant your name in my head, it's therapeutic doing so; your name is like a symbol for what I can hold on to, a symbol of someone that I can trust, a symbol of something that I love. Your name does not define you, but you define your name. When I think of you, I do not think of your name, I think of what you've done and what you've achieved. I think of how sweet it is to pronounce your name slowly in my lips, how my tongue caresses the tip of my lips and how it ends with a lovely sigh. Six letters and two syllables have never felt so right.