It's six letters that make up who I am; six little letters that define me. Are you happy with the letters that you were assigned? Do you hate the people that chose your letters because they picked a combination that resulted in something so incredibly bland?
I let six letters define me; they're what you say when you need me, maybe you speak my name after uttering those three critical words:
"I love you, Claire," or maybe it's "I hate you, Claire." Who knows? But the way he says my name sets my heart on fire, sizzling at the sounds of the word leaving his lips beautifully because that's all it takes. When he laughs while saying my name, I feel accomplished, administering such an effect on him. It's an incredible sight to witness. Who knew he could make one syllable sound so desirable? He makes me happy, and I found that's something that's hard to do as of late.
It's six letters, three vowels, three consonants, one syllable, and one word that tells you who I am. I am Claire, yet I'm so much more than just a word. I'm a girl with a stubborn personality but a heart filled with love deep down all of the fears that plague my heart. Claire is strong, she won't give up without putting up a fight. We're all composed of the same letters, yet that doesn't even begin to define who we are. Who are you? What do your simple little letters mean to you?
C.V.