Once

There once was this boy I loved very much. He would leave a rose on my doorstep on my birthdays and on the anniversary of the day we met. I don't know what happened to him. I lost my memory and my ability to speak after a horrendous hit-and-run accident. A different boy shows up like clockwork at the bar I bartend at, but he's not a boy. He's all man. Tall. Imposing. Brooding. Guns for arms. Doesn't speak a lick to me. He stares at me from his dark corner with this intensity, as though I should know him. Do I? What secret does he hold in that sinfully hot body of his? I'm willing to give up on ever seeing the boy I once loved for time with the man who could have the answer for what's missing from my life. Where did the boy I loved go?