I saw him on the street all alone. He had no one. He was all alone. His friends left him his family left them he had no one he was on the street alone. I walked over to him to see what was wrong with him. I sat next to him I asked if he remembered. He had no idea who I was. I sat there with him. I couldn’t leave him alone there in the hot Florida heat. I was probably at least 100 degrees outside. I told him to get in my car. He didn’t want to get in the car. I ended up having to beg him to get into the car. He said he didn’t want to that he couldn’t. I didn’t understand. I kept asking why. I didn’t understand why. Why he couldn’t come. He refuse to tell me why not. I gave up trying so I decided to leave him there.

The next day I saw him again but this time he was on a different street. I parked my car at Walmart and walked over to him.
“Hello.” I said
“Oh yay your back.” He replied angrily
“Ya I brought you some food.”
“Oh thank you I sure do like me my food.”
“So how are you doing?”
“Good.”
“That’s great.”
“Now do you want to tell me what happened and how you ended up here on this street corner?”
“There’s nothing to tell. I just go kicked out ok now mind your own business.”
“Im sorry I just wanted to know what happened.”
“Well now you know are you satisfied.”
“No not really.”
“Well that’s great.”
“I think I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh ok.”

I left him there. He looked really confused. It looked like he didn’t want me to be there. I didn’t really know. I kept looking back at him. I looked at his eyes, his face, his nose, his lips, and his hair. I think that I may like this hobo. How could this be possible. Me like a hobo. I guess that’s not that wired.

The next day I came back. I would talk to him and stare at his beautiful brown eyes. He actually started to talk to me more and more each day. I started to like him even more than I did before. I didn’t know what was happening to me.
“I have one question”. Said the hobo.
“Ok what is it.” I said
“Ok well why are you always here”?
“What do you mean why am I always here.”
“Ok like why do you show up here at this curb.”
“I don’t know am I not allowed to be at this curb or something.”
“No I was just wondering.”
“Ok.”

I pulled out a $1000 check. He didn’t want to take it. I didn’t know why he refused to take it. He said he couldn’t take my money. I put the check back into my purse. I didn’t leave until about 9:00. That was really strange because I usually left around noon. I don’t know why I stayed longer. I think there was actually something wrong with me.

Later that night I texted my friend and I told her all that happened. When I told her she was really happy. She told me that I was in love. I found that ridicules how can be in love. I’ve never been in this love thing. Not even in high school. This type of thing was really strange to me.

I went back to the curb that he was always in. I didn’t see him there so I left. I came back later that day he still was there. I didn’t see him all day that I found really strange. I knew he couldn’t be starving because I brought him food every day. I don’t think he got a cold because he was fine yesterday. I really didn’t know what happened to him and I was starting to get worried. He was one of my only guy friends I’ve ever had.

When I was in school I had no guy friends. I was really one of those awkward children with no friends. I never really interacted with other children. I was always alone in class and always picked last for everything. No one really liked me when I was younger. I was like one of those strange Spanish children who weren’t that pretty.

I came back the next day and he still wasn’t there I started to think that he was dead. I didn’t want to think that but I haven’t seen him in over a week. My first true love was dead. The first and possibly that last person I would ever love have gone left this world.