Love can be Haunting.
For me, the one that haunts the most is one of the two that I was truly in love with. The one who first encouraged me to write, and when I wrote, it was always him, my wonderful muse.
He has been gone for years now, but so many things remind me of him, especially the way he said my name. His specific pronunciation of it, I’d never noticed anyone say it quite that way before him. The way he connected each syllable and his heavy accent. Now though, occasionally someone will say it that same way and it catches me off guard, stuns me and I have to take a moment to come back to reality.
Love has a strange power over us, thisane.