Going through heartbreak is painful going through it alone is torturous

The distance between his quarters and mine are epigrammatic, he could walk over to me any time his heart clenched with his slightest disconcertments. just a walk through the dimly lit path encompassed by exotic plants where darkness overshadowed your features , inexplicably made perfectly for me to reach him dimly lit so that the unbridled joy I felt , the incorrigible spark in my eyes , the uncontrollable smile that broke through my face when I walked to his room was perfectly hidden and the heart crunching sorrow that I experience when I realize my love will forever and always remain unreciprocated a flame that only I put effort to kindle and only I must blow out will also be well hidden as I walk back to mine .

a pathway which to him was the one that lead to his best friend and father employees quarters but to me was the one that lead me to the only benison god had given me. I was born unfavored by said deity that people believe in , the result of a heinous incident which involved the gang rape of a seventeen year old woman ..no ..girl ..i was born a mistake and just like with any mistake I was ejected at least the woman who unwillingly carried my fetus inside of her found it in her heart to put me up for adoption after she thankfully left me to a capable institution that raised me not with love but with tolerance I grew up to be a sane and sensible lad .

I met rain when I was 10 better phrased would be circumstances threw me to him only child of one of the most prominent business men in the perfume industry and an orphan never meet at least not as acquaintances approved by guardians that revolved around a natural occasion we met because of destiny and I'm thankful to said deity for allowing me that honor , the honor of being able to look at rain . he was prepossessing in looks he was stupendous sight a genetic wonder to marvel at but he was an idiot will always be.

I met him in the towns central park a well dressed child unaccompanied by parents sitting in the dome shaped structure made for kids , no one visited the central park anymore not after a bigger renovated Park came just down the street which is what made it a safe haven for me whenever I was feeling down , I was nonplussed to see someone else especially a child my age here . his face was covered by his hands and his shoulders shook uncontrollably he sat in the same position that fetus would sit in inside their mothers belly it didn't take a genius to tell that he was crying and instead of bogging of I found myself asking 'are you okay?said genetic marvel looked up at me his face red and snot dripping down till his chin , his eyes bloodshot and tear tracks trailing down his face he glared at me and I couldn't take my eyes away from his

I saw rain at his worst , at his lowest , I saw him in the bellows of grief an unspoken alliance formed between us that day as I sat down next to him and he stifled sobs not a word was uttered but a thousand emotions were felt I grabbed his hand and we stayed like that for a few hours "come home with me?' he looked up at me with puppy dog eyes I nodded 'ok' I muttered rain smiled as if he knew from that moment that I was a goner