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

The attendant took our tickets and he led us across the colorful carpet to the concession area. “Are you hungry?” he asked. I really wasn’t, but I thought I’d try to eat something.


“How about some Raisinets?” I offered.


He gave me a big smile. “We’ll make it two. Bottled water?” I nodded.


We joined a short line, got our concessions, and headed to the appropriately numbered room to watch our movie. Ishmael and I sat in the back. He placed his arm around my shoulders, and I leaned against him, feeling comfortable. From time to time during the flick, he would play with my ponytail or lean over to kiss me on the cheek. The whole thing made me nervous, in a good way. I enjoyed the attention, but I wasn’t so distracted that I didn’t watch the movie. It was good.


Chapter 11