Face to face, typed conversations.

It's the way she says your name isn't it? It rings in your ear like you're always hearing it. But you haven't heard the raw, sweet voice in days without distortion through technology. Takes you to a high when she says your name. Like you don't understand why you're so deserving, but you take every comfort in it. Two syllables, you never get tired of hearing it through the more than familiar lips. Sets you on alert every time, like your cheeks would blush a rosy red and your stomach would somersault. Hearing her say your name, you feel shy don't you? You can't believe it's you but you claim it. You love the way she calls out your name with that particular tone you've never heard anyone use before. It's the simplest thing. Saying your name, that sometimes is the only thing you wish to hear. You love her, you're glad you're not denying it. On top of it all, she loves you too.