I’m in Love with a Homeless Guy – Story of the Day

Monica had a handsome boyfriend, a successful career, and a beautiful home, yet none of these things filled the aching hole in her heart. She was just sleepwalking through life until a chance encounter with a homeless man in an elevator changed everything.

In their building’s elevator, Monica and her boyfriend, Damian, bumped into a homeless man, causing Damian to grimace. “Ugh, his stink’s gonna stick around. How’d he even get in?” Damian complained loudly.

The homeless man mumbled a sorry and hurried out, but Damian was still furious. “Let’s take the stairs. That elevator’s filthy now,” he insisted.

Damian walked away, but Monica shook her head and got into the elevator.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: YouTube/LoveBuster

Back at their place, Damian was fuming about his job. “Why didn’t you put in a good word for me, Monica?” he grumbled. “How long do I have to wait for a promotion? I’ve been waiting for months now!”

“I told you to be patient, Damian. Things—” Their conversation was cut short by a neighbor knocking on their door, annoyed about the homeless man asking for Monica. When the poor man showed up at their door, Damian was rude yet again. “Get the hell out! How dare you come here?”

The homeless man revealed he was looking for his backpack, and Monica quickly went inside and fetched it for him. She’d found it in the elevator and brought it along. “Thank you, miss. Everything I need is in here,” the man said, relieved as he got the bag. “All, uh, my food’s in here.”

Monica sensed something was wrong. The bag seemed too light, and she was sure it was empty. “Umm, just wait here for a few minutes, please. I’ll be right back,” she said and went to the kitchen.

For illustration purposes only | Source: YouTube/LoveBuster

For illustration purposes only | Source: YouTube/LoveBuster

In the kitchen, Damian rolled his eyes. “You’re not giving our dinner to that guy, are you? And you touched his bag! Jesus! The germs are still on your hand!”

“Why do you have to be so mean?” she snapped, packing some food. “Stop it, Damian, okay?”

Ignoring Damian, she handed the food to the homeless man.

“It’s been a long time since anyone has been so kind to me. Thank you,” the man said. Their eyes locked for a moment too long, and Monica felt an inexplicable tug at her heart.

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