Why it couldn't be my name?

You know that light, the one that peeps from the dark? It's there in your eyes, ajar, distant, but I still see the glimpse of it. I could see it's sometimes there when you tell me stories in vocabularies that I've never heard before. Stories that I could never understand.

I could see your mouth keeps moving, uttering words that only you can explain. It's uncanny. It reminds me of every words that I read in the books that I don't even like, every lines of conversations in stales movies that I hate to watch, and every refrains of songs that I despise.

In my head, I beg you to stop talking in a language that you only know. But then, I've realized it's the only chance that I can get to see that light. The dim light that somehow keeps me tender. So, I force myself to keep listening to you; learning the sound of strange phrases. I've tried so hard to learn it, I did. There's nothing that I want more than understanding your world through your diction. But, I only could learn one word. It's the sound of a beautiful name that you always say with a smile. And I could always see that light in your eyes when you say it.

It's that light again. It's brighter every time you tell me a beautiful story from your world that I don't recognize. It's beautiful. But, I refuse to hear it. It's the story that kept me lying awake at night, thinking "

Why it couldn't be my name?"