Wait!” I turned to find my best friend Donny hurrying down the crowded street, weaving in and out of people, trying to get to me. I stepped out of the early morning stream and into the doorway of Sweet Things, a bakery and one of my favorite places to get donuts and coffee on Saturday mornings. He finally reached me, a little out of breath. “Dude, you left your wallet on my nightstand.” He handed me the black leather wallet with mine and Tyler’s name stamped into the side that Tyler had gotten me for my birthday shortly before I'd left Lincoln. “Thanks, Donny. You know how much this means to me.” My fingers trailed along the smooth edges of the worn leather where Tyler's name was stamped. It was one of the few material things I had to remind me of the man I'd loved enough to let go. And I'd just left it on the nightstand of the man I'd slept with the night before. Good going, asshole. “Yeah, I know...”
