Pet names are nice. Babe, Sweetie, other more jokey or nonsensical nicknames. But eventually they take over completely and you realize you can't remember the last time you said your loved one's actual honest-to-goodness name. (I wrote that in second person as if to suggest it's a universal truth, but maybe it's just me)

Lately, I've been making an effort to call Sarah, well... "Sarah." And every time I say it she giggles like it's the most romantic thing I've ever said.