A List

Sometimes a single thing makes up one through ninety-nine out of a list of one hundred things...

I feel like everyone has a list. At least I always had this idea of what my dream guy was like - an idea that changes and changes, of course. Besides the usual stuff like faithfulness and honesty, blah blah, there are things I've leared I wanted after dating this or that guy.  There are things you didn't know you were looking for until someone shows you. 

Like the way he says my name. I have a vivid memory as if he called it out a second ago. I don't know if it's the tone or the depth...or some other technical word used to describe sound. Maybe its the sense that there's more behind the word than just calling my name. 

Eh, it's probably all in my head....I'm most likely making it out to be more than it is. It doesn't matter though, right? (Isn't it funny how that works...you convince yourself there's more behind things.) 

In any case, there is still something about the way he used to say my name. There's still that vivid memory of small clips of conversations speckled with moments where he says it. And thinking of it puts a smile on my face and a warmth to my body. 

I know - this was supposed to be a list. Sometimes a single thing makes up one through nintey-nine out of a list of 100.