When Terry turned eighteen, he became homeless, abandoned by family and friends for being gay. Though it took him years, he has found his feet again. Then, a man from his past knocks him right back down, dredging up a memory of the time Terry stood by and did nothing as that same man was assaulted for being gay, driving home to Terry that he will never be worthy of friendship or family.<br><br>Ishmael is shocked, angry, and hurt at seeing Terry so many years after high school. After Terry’s apology, however, Ishmael realizes that Terry is hurting and scarred, too. He and Terry become cautious friends. Ishmael wants to help, but Terry is reluctant to trust anyone with his pain, let alone love.<br><br>Can Ishmael and Terry get over their past for a future together?

Remember Me Not, My Love

I got odd jobs when I could—moved furniture, landscaped, painted. Hell, I even got calluses. Sometimes, I sucked a guy’s dick for cash. Being hungry and homeless doesn’t leave too many choices, and I did what I had to. Whatever cash I got was stretched out for as long as possible. A fast food joint was a luxury. I learned to trust no one but myself. When it was winter and bone-chilling cold, I found warmth wherever I could. Sometimes, it was sharing a fire barrel with someone who was bat-shit crazy. I took my chances, especially when it was zero degrees outside.


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