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

“Dude, you weren’t kidding, were you? Oh my God! How small is this rat trap, fifty square feet?” He stood still for a minute, hands on his hips as he took it all in.


“Funny. It’s around three hundred square feet,” I replied.


Ishmael glanced to the right at the tiny kitchen area. There was a stove with a red kettle on it. A sink was next to it, along with a microwave, toaster, and coffeemaker on the counter. A small, compact refrigerator sat nearby.


The main room had a full-sized bed against one wall, and a four-foot rectangular folding table sat in front of it. There was a chest of drawers against the opposite wall. An overstuffed chair sat near the radiator by the window. A few books from the library were stacked neatly in various spots around the room, including the bed.


He turned around to look at me in abject horror. “Where the hell’s the bathroom?”


Chapter 8