It's like plucking the petals on the roses, one by one, trying to figure out what does it really mean to me. The more I engage in this kind of act, the more eager I am to question the truth behind the calling of the names.
Let us be honest.
As cute as the picture below. Sometimes, lovely.
|Aww...isn't this sweet, babe.|
Love it and like it, I just don't mind. Deep down inside, I want it to really happen to me. As in, call me this and ensure that I am who you call. Treat me that way, make me feel that way.
Please mean it.
To some, it can be a casual term in addressing their peers. To others, they take it seriously with those names. Honey, I am the latter one.
Trust me. At times, I really had enough of it and just want to get up, sing and groove to Madison Avenue - Don't Call Me Baby.
So, you can go all out calling me babe or baby, I am fine with it. No problem to that.
If that's the case right, am I allow to call you with some other cute-little-names as well ?
What shall it be then ? You tell me.