Brandon.
"I love you, Brandon." I will never grow tired of the way my husband said those words, I could feel his sincerity too. Which made me wonder why I thought Elvis loved me when he said it. Oh, I know, I made excuses for him. Every time he said them I almost cooed claiming he was shy.
It was an easy choice to go by Brandon instead of Tony, apart from the reasons I had given George earlier, it was the name he'd called me by when someone expressed genuine feelings for me. That memory was sacred to me, I would not change anything about it. Tony on the hand, while it was given to me by the people that supported me the most in this world, it reminded me of the most painful of memories. Would Elvis have approached me if I wasn't Tony James? No, In simple terms, the name brought me tragedy
