“Beck…” His name means so many things to me. I yelp it when I’m about to slip and fall in the woods, so he can grab my hand. I mumble it into his chest when I’ve had a terrible day and need to watch TV together in his bed. Sometimes I hum it soothingly when he’s getting too loud and frustrated, so that he’ll look in my eyes and take a deep breath. Right now, I don’t know what I’m saying.
