When my father died, a hole opened up inside me.
I thought I could fill it with love, until I heard her say to her best friend outside the storage room, "Who could ever like a guy like him?"
I swore I'd never indulge in such a foolish dream again.
Until she appeared: the convenience store clerk, tilting her head as she looked at me. One question pierced every disguise I wore:
"Are you starved for love?"
Theme: True salvation comes from sincere connections with others and rebuilding yourself.
