I am loved

I love it when he calls me Lollita. He is always rolling his tongue like Lolly, Lollylly, my Lollita. It always makes me feel good, too good. Even when he missed my calls yesterday night when I wanted to see him.

“Lollylly.”

“Leave me alone, boy.”

“Light of my life. Lollita, fire of my loins, stop frowning now, put a smile on your beautiful face. You know your smile fills me with joy.”

“Leave me alone boy, don't start with me today.”

“Lolly, Lollylly, my Lollita, my sin, my soul, guess what.”

“What?” I say, half curious, half “I’m not guessing, go away.”

“Lollita, show me your hand, smile joor.”

I give him. “What do you want with my hand, boy?”

He kisses it, then my forehead, then he clasps my cheeks and stares straight into my eyes, and my heart, I feel it melting, then I remember I wanted to see him. That’s why I called, that’s why I waited all night wondering if he was okay, why I opened my door. And when I saw him, my heart smiled. Not something so simple as a smile, it leaped. And I felt at ease, I felt welcome. I’m feeling welcome as I say:

“What took you so long, boy?”

“Why Lolly? Nothing ever takes my time from you. You chased me off, remember, yesterday morning. Just because I told you acted unfairly to me.”

I take his cheeks and squeeze them wide apart.

“You know something boy, you are a fool. I love you, and I never take you for granted. Don’t pull this again. Even when I shout at you, I don’t mean it, boy. I’m just.”

“I know Lolly, I understand. Come, give me a hug.”

And as I pull into his hands, I know I am home. I know that even if I’m falling from a star, he will catch me because he is my Donnie, my sweet boy.