She spoke with me for a while. I mostly listened, occasionally agreeing or laughing at times. The feeling of having someone to talk with that actually wanted to listen was ecstasy. I dreaded the end of our conversation and made the most of the time we spent with each other. People started giving me funny looks but, surprisingly, not her. Being the downtrodden of society I got used to this treatment and was not fazed by their jealous gazes.

By nightfall she made her disappearance with a final kiss on the cheek and strolling away down the path. My cheek felt electrocuted at the spot where she had layed her lips. My heart ached and yearned to meet her once more. I cried bitterly in my newspaper-and-packets blanket that night. The same thing happened every day that followed: pure joy to utter despair and then repeating itself over and over.

The day she made no appearance was the day I completely lost my mind. I frantically asked every person in the park if they had seen her. Most of them screamed and called for help but the rest did not know who I was talking about. I shouted at the vast sky above me to bring her back to me so that my heart can be at ease once more. What have I done to deserve this?

Each day felt like a stab to the chest as the feeling of loneliness grew stronger within me. Suicide felt like the easy way out. Before the noose could take my life away and bring me eternal happiness They stopped me. They stopped my every attempt. They never took notice of me when I was depressed but now that I seek happiness they don’t allow me. Don’t they understand that I just want to be loved? Their material wealth was only a means to keep surviving when she was not around. I do not want to be trapped in this dark abyss They call a haven.

The car with the loud noises and flashing blue and red lights came to fetch me before I could grant myself freedom from this wretched abyss. The put the silver locks on my wrists and shoved me into their cramped cages. The other people in my cage mistreated me and it felt like there was no way that I was allowed to be happy.

In the dark hours of the night when my eyes cannot cry anymore tears I find her sitting next to me on my more comfortable bed. She gave me a sense of hope that I can still live and be grateful for what little I have. She was the only reason I get up to look at the same golden sun every morning. I smile to the sky as I think to myself: “I will never feel alone”