The nicknames are countless. He has one for when my appetite is out of control: Bertha (in Spanish). He has one when I get feisty and my comebacks are great, even and especially when they fall on a Monday: Idis. He has one when I share tidbits of wisdom: Grasshopper. But when he calls me Erika… he says it when he knows I’m holding back myself from him, after he says goodbye, and when he sighs after laughing at something I said or did, “Oh Erika.”Or sometimes when his mind wanders to when he left his touch all over me. My favorite is when I call him early in the morning (cause he’s dead asleep in the middle of the night), his voice is raspy, “Hi Erika.” He’s open to me. He’s open to me at 7am in the morning, when I can’t go back to sleep. It gives me hope to when he’ll call me “babe.”
