My ears perk up at the sound of her name, and I can’t even find it in myself to be embarrassed because I love her. I love her in this desperate, yearning, aching way that makes it impossible for me to care about dignity or shame. I’ll take whatever I can get of her. Pieces. Fragments. Scraps that fall from the lips of the only other man on this planet who knows what it’s like to love a woman this way.
