You learn someone like you would a foreign language and they become a habit. Become the eyes you seek in every room, the laugh you know by heart. But the cruel thing about habits is that breaking them is hard and now you’ll spend a lifetime reaching for a hand that isn’t there.

I like the way affection changes the way you say someone’s name. You shorten it, sweeten it, change it into something else, something glazed with honey that drips soft and syrupy as it spills from your lips.