Chapter 2

The heat of those feelings touched my heart, surrounded it, and gripped it like nothing ever had. It was an ache like I had never known before. It was intense, powerful, and brought a tear to my eye. Yet the emotions weren’t painful, and I didn’t want it to leave. I wanted to cherish it, cultivate it, and let it grow. I knew, in those few short moments, my life would never be the same.

I finished my drink, left the bar, and walked over to him. He looked confused and a bit frightened as I knelt down next to him, pulled out my pack of cigarettes, and lit one. I handed him one and held out my lighter for him. He puffed a few times until the embers began to glow; then pulled his face away.

“Thanks,” he said. His voice was deep and rough from living on the streets. When I didn’t leave, he spoke again. “What do you want?” He said as he looked at me with a glimmer of mistrust.