I didn't know your name when we went on our first date.
It's not that I didn't like you; I wouldn't have agreed if you hadn't piqued my interest. I just never expected much to happen. Dinner, sex, done.
But when I saw you, I leapt into your arms and I felt encompassed, safe. The chemistry was instant; inside me there was a reaction that bubbled and boiled and never stopped.
It did not take me long to lose myself in loving you.
Your name became the sweetest taste on my tongue, the warmest sensation on my skin, the prettiest song in my ear. Everywhere I looked I saw your name - it was written in the sky, the dirt, in my eyes.
We had our problems but that didn't change the way I felt. On our wedding day, I took your name and added it to mine; saying them together felt right, it sounded perfect.
Now you're gone.
I still see your name everywhere, written on embroidered towels and pieces of mail in the kitchen. Every thought brings your name clearly to mind; every chemical in my body combines to spell out your name.
Anna.
To think that I didn't know your name once. Now, I can't forget it, even if I tried.