Red. He called me that.

Mostly when I was making him a little crazy. It would be “Oi, Red”.

It was even more sweet to me because he loves the colour red. It made me feel like some how I got some of that red specialness.

I loved that nickname. I also loved that he called me Bec or Becs, which only some of my favourite people call me.

Nicknames are funny, to me they have an intimacy that warms my soul. It’s saying “This is our thing. We share this.”

I don’t want any one else to ever call me that.