That day was different

My name 

So simple, so common 

Nothing is special about it. 

The people call it old fashioned 

Some says it's so Spanish 

Which brings me to hate it.  

But that day it was different 

Everyone addressed me with my title and surname

It was also the way you address me whenever you talk to me. 

No it was always my title that you use

My title or my status 

But that day it was different 

You spoke to me 

You were about three feet or less away from me 

Your tone was different that's why I did not bother to listen first 

Then you spoke softly 

Addressing me not by my first name nor by my title or status 

But by my nickname

My name plus your voice combined sent a chill down my back

Sent the butterflies in my stomach to rally 

And made my heart beat louder than any drums. 

That day was different. 

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(I have nothing against Spanish/Spaniards)