He calls me "darlin". 

We knew each other way back then, before either one of us had "become" anything other than 19, back before we knew that connection was more than drinking the trash can punch, party hopping, and ending up on that couch together... I do remember that couch.

That was a long time ago, and because of reconnection, now I have his voice in my ear, his story, his encouragment, and he has pieces of me, poems I've sent, and knowledge of my dirty little fantasy all…