Thanks, sweetheart. Thanks, angel. Thanks, love. Thanks, sugar. Thanks, pet. Thanks, darling. Thanks, treasure. Thanks, precious.
Words of endearment stream from people’s mouths so easily now,
I begin to wonder if they’ve lost their meaning.
Complete strangers calling me more names than my family,
my friends, even my spouse.
I never hear them call the boys ‘love’ or ‘darling’.
I wonder why that is.
I hear ‘mate’, if any at all.
Thanks, mate. Good job, mate. Nice to see you, mate. Well done, mate.
Sometimes, everyone seems to be a star.
But why?
We’re just doing what’s been asked of us, what we’ve been trained to do.
I suppose that’s it.
You’re just responding in a way you think you’re being asked, in the way you’ve been trained.
Where a boy cannot be a treasure, and a girl cannot be a mate.
You might not think that anymore,
but the words remain from when you did.
Treeshallow Musings 