One last random thought before sleep…
I loved that when I got older, like high school aged and up, I stopped asking teachers/friends to call me Ali instead of Alice. I’m Alice to almost everyone now. Which I really love, because Alice is just… my name. It’s me. It’s the name I would choose for myself even when it’s quiet and there’s no one else identifying me.
But to my best friend and my lover, I’m still Ali. I think that the lover’s only said Alice once or twice, and mostly jokingly.
And when they say “Ali”, it feels really special to me.
Makes me smile.
