Love Beyond Walls: My Journey with a Homeless Heart

I’m in Love with a Homeless Guy

Monica had a lovely home, a thriving business, and a handsome lover, but none of these things could ever make up for the hole in her heart. Before a fortuitous meeting with a homeless man in an elevator, she was only sleepwalking through life.

Damian, Monica’s boyfriend, winced when they knocked with a homeless man in the building’s elevator. His stench is going to linger, ugh. How did he enter at all?” Damian grumbled aloud.

Even after the vagrant hurriedly apologized, Damian remained incensed. “Come with me up the stairs. It’s dirty in that elevator now,” he insisted.

Monica shook her head and entered the elevator as Damian left.

Damian was furious about his work when he got back to their apartment. “Why didn’t you put in a good word for me, Monica?” he said. “What is the duration of my wait for a promotion? I’ve been holding out for several months.”

“Damian, I advised you to have patience. Items—” A neighbor interrupted their chat by pounding on their door, displeased with the homeless man who was requesting to see Monica. Damian was impolite once more when the unfortunate man arrived at their home. “Leave like hell! How dare you visit us?”

When the homeless man said he was trying to find his backpack, Monica hurried inside to get it for him. Having discovered it in the lift, she carried it with her. “Miss, thank you very much. The man stated, “Everything I need is in here,” as he picked up the bag, feeling relieved. “All, uh, my food’s in here.”

Monica felt uneasy about something. She was certain the bag was empty since it felt excessively light. “Please, just give us a few minutes to wait here. She said, “I’ll be right back,” and headed to the kitchen.

I saw Damian roll his eyes in the kitchen. “That guy isn’t getting our meal, are you? You even made contact with his luggage! Jesus! You still have germs on your hand!”

“Why do you have to be so mean?” She yelled and packed some meals. “Stop it, Damian, okay?”

She gave the meal to the homeless man, ignoring Damian.

I haven’t received such kindness from anyone in a very long time. I’m grateful,” the man added. For an extended moment, their gaze met, and Monica had an unexplainable pull on her heart.

Why do I not want him to go? Why is it that I want him to stay here? What’s going on with me? She pondered, her mind whirling with ideas she wasn’t quite sure how to interpret.

“It’s the least I can do,” she eventually uttered.

Once more, the man thanked her before turning to go. As she closed the door, Monica felt a peculiar sense of grief as she watched him leave.

I wanted to hold onto him and give him a hug. I wished for him to be happy. It was an overwhelming want to console him, to provide a harbor of safety from his storm of sadness.

She unexpectedly ran across the homeless man in the corridor the following day. He thanked her for her thoughtfulness and apologized for shocking her. “What you did… it helped me a lot.”

Monica shrugged and turned to walk away, but the man stopped her. “I just wanted to help,” Monica said.

“I have something essential to tell you. He hesitated, “I saw. “I saw your boyfriend with another woman, saying he’s planning to leave you and get you fired after getting a promotion through your recommendation,” he said.

Monica was startled. She questioned, “Why are you doing this to me?”

Monica broke down in tears, realizing how familiar it felt to be disappointed. She barely murmured, “I’m so tired of this,” and looked directly at him. “I was dated by a boy in school who merely copied my coursework. Another one in college required me to fill in for him while he wasn’t there. Damian, too—it’s the same old tale. But please, I don’t want to be by myself. I’m not sure.”

“I felt you should know,” the man said, his face grave. “I didn’t want to take you by surprise. He said, “I’m sorry,” and started to walk away, but Monica stopped him when she saw how sincere his apology was and how much he really wanted to help her.

She called, “Wait!” “Please enter the building. You are welcome to take a shower and do some washing.

As Monica prepared a lunch for the homeless guy, she felt uncomfortable. She was still baffled as to why she had allowed a stranger into her house.

Abruptly, clad in only a towel, he emerged from the restroom, appearing disoriented. He looked about, “Um, got anything I could wear?”

Monica couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked. After giving himself a thorough wash and shave, he was simply too alluring to ignore.

She pointed to the robe that was hanging, saying, “Yea-yeah, there’s a robe you can use,” taking him by surprise.

“Feels a bit snug, doesn’t it?” he laughed as he returned wearing the robe. They laughed along at his joke, and the atmosphere lightened.

They then gave their names: he was Harry, and she was Monica. They ate in relative silence for the most part, but it was a pleasant kind of stillness. Subsequently, Monica became intrigued by his large backpack. Harry’s expression darkened. It was my daughter’s property… I was unable to prevent her from drowning.” After hearing his depressing tale, Monica was moved to offer him consolation.

Harry got up to pitch in after supper to help clean up. He turned to the sink and said, “Let me take care of the dishes.” Monica followed him with the intention of stopping him, but their hands accidentally met as they both reached for a plate. A moment seemed to fly between them, but the moment was cut short as the doorbell rang.

Enthusiastic, Damian barged in. He demanded to know “why’d you fire me?”

“What did you expect after all the sneaky stuff you’ve been doing, Damian?” Monica fired back.

It was then that Harry entered, bewildered. Damian suddenly became enraged with him and yelled at Monica, saying, “You cheated with him? For what reason did you call me so urgently in the evening and get me fired?

Monica maintained her composure, Harry by her side. Calmly, “Harry just revealed your true colors to me.” “You are the one who cheated on me!”

Damian made fun of her. You allowed him inside our house? You’re stupid.

Harry moved forward to support Monica. “Back off, and don’t speak to her that way!”

Monica hoped Damian would remain out of her life when he rushed away laughing.

Monica and Harry curled up on the couch with a glass of wine after Damian left. Lifting his glass, Harry said, “Cheers to your bright future.”

Monica grinned and gently clinked her glass with his. “And to this lovely moment we’re in.”

They became closer as they conversed, and a quick kiss developed into something more. They had an intimate night together in Monica’s bedroom before they even realized it.

Harry sat in her bed the following morning, feeling sorry for himself. “We may have hurried things last night. I don’t see how we could work out, our worlds being so different,” he added, feeling bad.

“It doesn’t matter whether we disagree. Monica answered, “It’s you I care about,” but Harry shook his head.

Monica moved to block his path as he attempted to depart. “After last night, you cannot simply turn away. Please, she begged, remain. Harry was powerless against her. At last, he gave a nod. He said, “Okay, I’ll stay a little longer, at least until I figure out my next steps,” and they planted a kiss to make the decision official.

Harry’s words helped Monica feel a little lighter as she entered the office. However, the atmosphere at work was strange, with lots of whispers and chuckles.

“Monica, is it true you’re sleeping with a homeless man?” Her coworker Cara burst out.

Then, with a sly smile, Mike from Sales approached. “I heard that you have taken in a homeless man and are using him as a servant, keeping him in your apartment in his underwear, to satisfy your every need. That’s good for you, but isn’t it a little… unclean?

Monica’s secretary Lisa seems concerned as well. “Monica, how are you doing? “Are these rumors true in any way?” she inquired softly.

Monica confided in Lisa, revealing her true relationship with Harry. But Lisa warned her, recalling Monica’s hasty forays into previous romances. Monica was aware of Damian’s rumorspreading. She didn’t care, though.

She knew that Harry adored her. But one day, she returned home to discover her apartment unoccupied. Her jewelry from the safe, her heirlooms, and her savings were all gone. Harry had vanished, taking Monica’s faith with him.

At that moment, I made the decision to never again expose myself to such vulnerability and to never give my heart to anyone else. It felt that love came at too great a cost, and I was sick of being used and thrown away like garbage.

After four years…

Monica took a seat on the park bench in the calm city. She had made some really wise business moves that had drastically changed her fortune. She was now enjoying the luxury of being a consultant for a prestigious corporation on a part-time basis.

She recognized the voice all too well. “Monica!” Harry was there, but he appeared different because he was wearing a posh suit.

Harry remarked, “I’m so glad I found you,” with emotions in his eyes that Monica wasn’t quite sure how to interpret. And with genuineness, he continued, “I’ve been looking for you for three years.”

Monica’s astonishment quickly gave way to rage. “I’ve been looking for you too,” she yelled, “but only to have you arrested for stealing from me!”

Harry stopped smiling. He blurted, “I didn’t take anything from you,” attempting to dispel the major misconception. “When Damian and some others arrived, I was at your house. Everything was taken by them. They knocked me out as I tried to stop them. I was in the hospital when I woke up and had no memory of anything. I was not well for a very long period. You had already left the apartment when I quickly went in search of you.”

Monica became more composed and started to comprehend the entire narrative. She said, “I had to move.” “That place wasn’t good for kids.”

Harry was perplexed, but a young lady with blond hair and vivid blue eyes rushed over before he could continue. She gave Monica a strong hug and addressed her as “Mommy.”

“Harry, this is Jasmine,” Monica introduced herself. “And… she’s yours.”

Harry lost it all and dropped to his knees, tears in his eyes. “I… I find it unbelievable. “I attempted to locate you, Monica,” he stumbled, extending his hand to touch Jasmine, but halting as though he was worried she could vanish.

Monica watched him with a broken heart. After calling the babysitter to remove Jasmine, she turned back to Harry. “Harry, things are not the same. For Jasmine, I had to get stronger,” she said. I won’t, however, stop you from meeting her. She handed him a card and added, “Here’s my number,” before turning to leave.

Harry ran to her and took her hand gently. “I appreciate you allowing me to be a part of Jasmine’s life,” he stated. To me, it is everything. And I want you to know that you were always my priority. Not even once. Even when I believed I would never see you again, I have loved you every single day,” he remarked.

Monica turned to face him, and when she saw his sincerity, her eyes softened.

“Monica, even now I’m not going to give up on you. To win back your affection, I’m prepared to go to any lengths.”

With the fading light of the evening, Monica experienced a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, they could manage to reconnect.