He called her silly names.
She thought it was her.
Little knowing, it was in fact him.
She: Do you remember the silly names you used to call me?
He(smiling softly at a flitting by bright yellow butterfly): Yes, I do. They were indeed silly. But you loved them anyway.
She: How I have wished that you hadn’t used them for me. I turned out to be as silly as them. Forgot my own name, wrapping myself around those flippant words. If only, you hadn’t used those names for me.