I first heard about him from a girl I was chatting with on Bumble. She mentioned him casually, telling me he was looking for someone to meet up with a few times a week. He’d once used escorts but wanted something more regular and low-key.

We connected and ended up messaging for a day before deciding to meet early the next morning, at 5 a.m., in a quiet spot near a Home Depot before he went to work. Our first encounter was brief—no small talk, just an intense connection. Afterward, he left without saying much, and I wasn't sure if we’d meet again, given the distance.

But as fate would have it, he soon started a job just minutes from where I lived. For the next four months, nearly every morning, we’d meet, sharing a quiet, passionate routine. He was married, though intimacy at home seemed elusive for him. I still remember the small sounds he’d make, subtle yet genuine, and the unspoken trust between us.

Even now, I realize I never knew his name, but the connection—however unconventional—was unforgettable.