the way he says my name

with slight emphasis on the last syllable: Hilary.

I want to hear it right now.

And when my apartment got wrecked, it seemed (to me) like if I could be right with him for a minute, and taste my name on his mouth, the house would miraculously reconstruct itself.

Of course, I'm smart enough to reject that kind of thinking and focus on the task at hand.

But I still thought it.