The sound of the rain as it patters on the rooftops and I gently look to the grey sky pouring in the leaves so green, we had ran around singing in the street. Something told me the suffering was over and I ran faster than I ever had before. Watching as my feet lifted from the dewy grass and gravity was gone if only for a second. The smell of wet pavement and fresh grass. A drop of rain streaks down my warm cheek feeling as cold as ice. And we couldn’t feel the cold we were too happy. We were an unstoppable force, holding hands and laughs that echoed to the sky. I kissed you in the rain, it had felt so pure. We ran around with the freshest roses. That was the day I realized I was in love with you. The purest, kindest, love I will ever have. A love that didn’t need sex or passion. It was a simple love but it somehow made me feel whole. We shared a notebook, I remember we used to write notes to each other and draw pictures of us holding hands in different cartoon styles. It was all so simple in the summer, we gave each other rings. Two rings, one to symbolize our love and one to symbolize our friendship. A rose to symbolize that day we kissed for the first time. An owl to symbolize that we’d stay up until the crack of dawn laughing and baking. I was so scared for summer to end because I knew the terrible fate of judgement would break you. You weren’t used to it, you weren’t used to being judged your whole life. But I was well accustomed to the judgement, the insults, glares, and sometimes humiliation. I remember when I could see it all come crashing down, you got made fun of so you took of the ring. It might as well have ended there because that’s when you became cold, you let the judgement get to you just as I feared.