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

“So, are we going to stare at each other all night as we drink our tea?” I took another delicious sip.


“We could,” he replied, “or there’s another option.” He took another sip of his tea, then placed the cup and saucer back on the table.


Ishmael reached over to take the cup and saucer from my hands and place them on the table beside his. Then he leaned in, bringing one hand up to cup my face and kiss me softly. I’d never been kissed before, but his lips felt good against mine. So warm.


When he pulled away, I was breathless. “What are you doing?”


“I want to show you how it can be between two people who care for each other. All you’ve ever known is desperation and shame. Let me show you what it’s like to be loved, please? Because I love you, and I can’t hide it anymore.”


I was stunned. “You love me? How can you…I’m not worthy…I…I don’t know anything about love.” I reached up to cover his hand on my cheek.


Chapter 12