A short story about the impact a single moment can have on a life.

We don’t feel anymore, we have no one to hold, and our love is gone. You say you don’t believe in heaven and hell or damnation, but I say that we’re in hell. Right now, this is hell. Look at us, we are damned. Every second that we’re alive we suffer; there is no good, only dreams of good.

I am the man who you met at the party. The one you talked with, laughed with, the man you went home with. I am the man you chatted with all night on your couch, the man who didn't touch you.