first loves.

names...they matter

The first love of my life never said my name. It was always a different pet name of random origin. Babe, Baby, Honey, even Chipmunk. The last was cleverly inspired by my massive cheeks. But, the fact that he never said my name never bothered me. And it still doesn’t. The third boy who broke my heart in the middle of Autumn, only called me by my God given name. He felt no need to abbreviate it. I liked that. Even when he said, “Doniele, I can’t do this anymore.” I liked that I was still, Donielle. With him or without him. Not his “babygirl” or his  “babe.” He came to Donielle,  and loved Donielle. Then he fell out of love with, Donielle and left her. But,  she was still herself, and she was still okay.