The next evening, I sat at my desk in my new office, staring blankly at my notebook. I still wrote my weekly priorities in longhand, but now did it on Mondays, instead of Fridays. A memory of Lou and I at the coffee shop flashed through my mind and made me sick to my stomach. Back then, not so long ago, I’d been naive, nauseatingly optimistic. I remembered the first time I’d caught a glimpse of Lei’s heartbreaking face in the Knight’s store, and how quickly my life had changed after that. The months spent with him had been difficult at times, yes, but now all I seemed to remember were the good times, and there had been plenty of those, too.
I was beginning to understand something, something incredibly powerful…A man such as Lei, an artist, someone who felt and sometimes perceived more tha
