I'm afraid to have a boyfriend. I don't know how to do that and not lose who I want to be. And I'm afraid of what it means to be close to a guy, a guy I might really like." There it was: the truth.
I couldn't shake the impulse to help him. It seemed that the older I got the more I believed that everyone, homeless or not, deserved to be treated at least like a human.
That line between love and lust was thin as a whisper.
Sometimes I wish I could just be like everyone else my age and not think at all.
