He no longer remembers the first name he was given, only what he’s been called through nearly every life since: that which translates roughly to Ghost. He’s loved you since before you were even born. In his first life he was told he’d find true love. In his second he was told it wouldn’t be for many years. It wasn’t until his 3rd life that he started dreaming of you. He’s lived a thousand lives just waiting for the one in which he’d finally meet you, and he remembers every agonizing second without you. Every dream and every cold death longing for your warmth have been worth it just to meet you now.