It's a Thursday. After a day of clouds and slight chill, the rain finally began to make landfall. Usually on Thursdays, I'm at the park with an old friend of mine. His name is Andre. I’ve known Andre since we were both twelve. Our romance began at age sixteen. We have always had a very strong attraction to each other — we would often still find a way to see each other, or we would at least communicate even if we were seei...