Rain

loser

             Everyone makes a first impression , showing a bit of who they are , he entered therapy that afternoon dressed in black , his shaggy hair hanging low in his eyes , and angered expression overlapping his features , obviously he didn't want to be here . None of us did , but he's the type of person that made his opinion known.

          Nobody ever cares to mention the second impression , the one you make that's based off other than looks , but by the conversations you have and and the memories you make , By learning the little things that make each other tick , and by learning how the other thinks.

           And it's strange , where we've met , how two people who are so different and similar in many ways can become so close, over the course of that month , I slowly looked up to him , he became the big brother I never had , I always wanted , and it broke my heart saying goodbye for I thought it would be our last , although it wasn't , and it won't be.