Mike,
I just realized that I never call you by your name anymore. Every time I talk to you, I call you Swiz. During sex, you're just Baby. When I say good-bye, I call you Honey. When you hurt me, I refer to as you Asshole. When I miss you, I refer to you as My Love.
I never really call you Mike anymore, unless it's a slip of the tongue. Maybe that's why you don't know how much you mean to me. You probably think I don't even know your name.
And you never call me by my name.
Maybe that's why it's so easy to forget about me once you're gone.
We really don't exist to each other as Mike and Thea anymore...so maybe...none of this is real after all.
Love,
Thea