"Do you have a star inside of you?"I laughed. What could this old man possibly mean? He was just probably crazy like everyone else in this heartless city. I was going to walk away and just ignore him like I always did with people like him. Yes he was homeless, that was obvious. From his torn rags for clothes, the dirty and shaggy look of his skin and hair, and the shoes that had more holes than they did canvas. He was sitting on the ground by a large brick hospital, arranging and then rearranging a basket of flowers he had in front of him. But for some reason I felt compelled to stop for a moment, and figure out his riddle.
"Excuse me"
"Do you have a star inside of you?"
I stared at him with a look of disgust and confusion. 'Another druggie like Jonathan no doubt. He probably doesn't even know what he's talking about,' I thought.
The cloudy feeling of sadness swept over my body with the thought of Jonathan. Jonathan who was the love of my life for the past two years. It had started like so many relationships. I was out at a bar with a couple of friends, he happened to know one of my friends, we got talking, hit it off and made plans to meet up again. Things were perfect at first, I had, had a string of bad relationships, but he seemed to really care about me. Jonathan was different. He was a gentleman, opened doors, paid for dinners, and looked at me like he cared. I would come home from a bad day and he would make me laugh and forget all my worries. And he was so handsome. Dark skinned, dark eyes, dark hair, he had that mysterious, sensuous look to him. As I thought back to those first few months my heart ached so bad for that man he had been, I almost fell to the ground where I was standing. He had everything, or so I thought. It wasn't until six months into our relationship, soon after we started living together, that I started to notice his drug habit was getting more then just an occasional occurrence with a couple of friends. It was getting to the point where all our money was going to support his habit. He lost his job, but he didn't seem to care. More time to relax, and make time to lie around high, and stoned. He soon ran out of his own money and started using mine. Although I was working over time, I would have to borrow money to make bills. Even with borrowing money I would go to pay a bill, only to find that it was already spent. I almost got out of the relationship right then, but after a tearful apology and a lot of empty promises from Jonathan I stayed.
