He sat on the porch, sweet tea in hand. His thoughts were of another time, hundreds of miles from where he lived now. It was spring, the last of the snow melting. He remembered the sunlight warming his face. He was supposed to meeting someone else when Antony walked in. He couldn't take his eyes off the man. In that moment, forever seemed possible. And even now, with Antony dead for ten years, Jacob couldn’t stop believing in forever.