His middle name is Sio. I don't remember what it means. I just remember that he was fairly proud of it. It was his Samoan name; it was a connection to his heritage. My friends and I called him Suave behind his back, but he wasn't really suave. However, he has become the standard, which has proven to be most unfortunate for my love life. I never told him that I loved him, but I suspect that I did love him. I probably still do since he frequently invades my thoughts on all levels--conscious, subconscious, unconscious.
He would often sing to me the song The Way You Do the Things You Do, the remade version by UB40. But, he only told me that he loved me once. I doubt that he really did (he is no longer in my life). Sometimes, I actually think that he loved to hate me more than anything.
When he told me that he loved me, I didn't offer the response that he was hoping for. He said, "I love you." I said, "And how do you figure this after only a few weeks." He said, "Just because you don't love me, doesn't mean that I can't love you." At that moment, I wanted to return the gesture, but I couldn't. I could only offer a weak, "Okay" and an even weaker "Sorry." I was determined to not be a hypocrite about love. I'm still not sure what all that determination was about.