I stole a homeless guy’s lighter and spent months feeling sorry about it

One night, a few years ago, I was walking down the main street of the town near my home and a homeless guy approached me, asked if I could give him a cigarette and I gave him one (I’ve never smoked but used to always carry a pack of cigarettes on me because I thought it would make me seem cool, it never did), he thanked me and then I saw him pat all of his pockets and start looking around on the ground frantically, he said he must’ve dropped his lighter but couldn’t find it and I became suspicious and said that I had to go, he called out to me that he wouldn’t be able to smoke the cigarette and that’s when I reached around behind me and took the lighter from my back pocket and put it in the inside pocket of my jacket then I quickened my pace from walk to power walk and I could hear him shouting again and again that he couldn’t smoke his cigarette, I didn’t look back. <br><br>After that, every once in a while, the memory of that night would pop into my head and I’d feel horrible, but not horrible enough to go back to that spot and return the lighter, I spent months feeling bad about it and then one day the memory stopped popping into my head and I forgot about it completely until I read a post in this sub about lighters a few hours ago