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>be 25
>walking home from class (dental school)
>see homeless woman,no older than I was,maybe 23 at the most
>don’t want to walk around her rudely
>say hello
>she seemed scared
>she was really dirty,but had these eyes like humble pools of water
>chat for a little bit (I grew up hearing that homeless people really appreciate human contact, plus I didn’t have money to give her)
>find out that she was kicked out by her parents when she was 20, been roaming the streets ever since
>almost ashamed to be thinking that she was a 7/10, she didn’t even smell as bad as most homeless I’ve encountered
>offer her a shower and meal at my house
>still very shy,but she had that humble/thankful look in her eyes
>get to my apartment,neighbor giving us dirty looks
>get inside, show her to the bathroom, find some ladies’ shower stuff that my ex left
>she comes out of the shower after 35 minutes wrapped in a towel,pile of filthy towel and washclothes
>no joke, 8/10 without the dirt
>give her some of my ex’s clothes, nothing fancy,but she looked like a proper lady
>made a pasta/red bean salad while she was washing up
>we’re eating, she bursts into tears
>”No one has ever been this nice to me, I can’t repay you, but if you want…..”
>”You’re a lovely woman but it wouldn’t be right”
>look of relief on her face tells me I did the right thing
>we finished eating in silence and she asked if I can take her back to her spot
>I walked her “home” with a few extra clothes,soaps,blankets and the leftover
>get to her spot and she tears up and gives me a kiss on the cheek
>thanks me for everything and says she’ll never forget me
>walk by her spot most days after class, sometimes I’ll bring some dinner for us, sometimes I bring lunch before class
>we become pretty good friends
>it’s not that weird it started as the act of charity
>do this almost every day for about 2 months
>in that time, she got a job at Panera (kinda like a restaurant), supplied some of the meals for us
>she takes showers usually once in a week at a nearby shelter by this time
>pretty much back on her feet, but still homeless
>I usually get a kiss on the cheek like the first night when I leave
>invite her back again one night, saying that a change of setting could be nice
>get to my house, she nearly pounces on me
>making out wildly, not even thinking about what she could have
>I don't even care at this point, we f*cked wildly for a few hours
>don’t see her about a week after, got checked by doctor (for any STD) didn’t catch anything
>keep doing lunches/dinner
>occasionally f*ck back at my place
>she has a pretty good bit of money saved up from work/donations
>we decides to make it official
>I was skeptical when she moved in, I had been robbed by pasts girlfriends and didn’t know what to expect
>have great sex first night
>wake up in this really nice fog, don’t want to get out of bed
>she isn’t here
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>smell fire of some kind
>run to kitchen, she looks horrified that she burnt the eggs
>relieved as ****, I reassured her that it’s fine
>every day after that we would leave the apartment together
>I’d walk her to work and walk around until lunch, then class
>pick her up after work
>it was a really nice little schedule we had
>we would both be so tired from work and class that we’d crash back to our place
>this went on for a few months, it was heaven
>she was extremely loyal too, like a rescue dog would do anything for it’s new owner (not the best analogy but work for me)
>she picked up some great cooking skills at Panera job, her sandwiches had everything + that love and gratitude
>after a few months, I graduated and joined a really nice practice
>she kept working at Panera, bringing in whatever she could, but I was making some serious money now
>at this point I’m 27, she’s 26
>happiest people on earth
>in that year of dating, I never found her sleeping around, stealing, she was off all her drugs
>decided I found the right girl
5 years later, Grace and I are happily married and expecting our first son in a few months. Some nights she still cries at how kind I was the first night. But, I was the one who lucky enough to polished the diamond I found in the gutter.
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