It's September 30, 2004, 1:41pm, and I can still feel his hands exploring my body. We met at 10pm in a gay bar in New York on September 10, 2001, the day before the Twin Towers went down. He was in a military uniform, he was 6ft 150lbs, about 29, blonde hair, and blue eyes, It was almost like looking in a mirror. But I'm 19 plus a foot shorter, I was setting at the bar, and watched as he walked up to me. He asked me if he could set next to me, I said "Yes Sir!" he chuckled and set down next to me. He said,"My name is Jerrod Angelo Moore".I said,"Hi Jerrod, my name is Mark Andew James". Then he said laughing," MAJ meet JAM ". We both chuckied, then we started talking about our lives and I could not believe how much we had in commond. We liked the same movies, we lived with our grandmas on our mothers sides of the family. We talked all night, after the bar closed at 6am. I took him to my apartment a block away, and we started kissing. Soon we were makeing love on my bed, and after we rested. He said he had to go across town to the Towers and would return soon. I had the day off from work that day, so I waited for him, and then I heard the sound of the first tower coming down and I looked outside to see what was going on. And realized he in one of them as the second was going down. I didn't go to the funeral I didn't want his family to ask questions, and I couldn't bring myself to com back for years. After I got a girl in collage pregnant, we got married, and I denied my feelings all this time till yestery I divorced my wife. I also got custidy of our daughter because her mother never wanted her. Her name is Angela Andrea Moore and she is my life.