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

“It’s not that small in there, but I see your point.” I got out the plastic ware, raisins, and bowls from one of the cabinets above the stove. I didn’t have metal cutlery or anything ceramic other than two coffee cups I’d gotten on the cheap. Everything else was paper or plastic.


I didn’t own any pots or pans either, other than the kettle, since I never learned how to cook, and I was never hungry enough to have more than cold yogurt in the evenings. And that was even ifI was hungry. Maybe that would change, someday.


Opening the fridge, I took out the jelly and yogurt, prepared the bowls, and brought them along with two spoons over to the table.


Taking his, Ishmael thanked me and dug in. He seemed to enjoy it, which made me happy. I stirred the jelly and raisins with my spoon for a while as I watched him eat. When he finished and put the bowl down on the table, he noticed that I hadn’t eaten anything.


Chapter 9