Little voice in my head says:
‘Welcome home, you’re back where you belong.’
I once told a story. What was the guy’s name again…Oh right, Little Boy.
Yes! I’m not joking. The main dude in my story, his name was Little Boy. Well,I’d like to continue his story, ‘cause don’t you just hate it when things are left unfinished? =)
Before I tell you what happened to Little Boy after all these years, you might want to re-visit his past. His beginning.
Immerse yourself in his simple story.
Part 1 HERE.
Part 2 HERE.
Part 3 HERE.
Now, I just want to say, Little Boy’s timeline differs much from ours. His biological clock I mean. Now, he’s pretty much grown up. Not a full-fledged adult yet, but definitely grown up…a bit.
For now, he is known simply as…Boy.
Now, Boy here lived pretty much a happier life after resolving his problem. (refer to his old story)
But his happiness was short lived. Believe it or not, even after going through all that pain, you thought he would’ve learnt his lesson. Nope. He did it again. Same mistake, same problem.
But Little Boy…no wait, he’s Boy now. Yea. So Boy here, he’s blessed. Very blessed. He doesn’t really know it yet. He’s blessed with friends who care for him, more than he thinks he knows. Blessed with friends with such a forgiving capacity, he dares not to acknowledge it. But forgive him his friends did.
So that’s it. Boy lives on.
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Naw, don’t kid yourself. You think his story is just that? No, look through that stained glass. There’s more to it, however simple it may be. I just wanted to share this story with you. It’s really…simply interesting, in my very humble opinion.
Now, Boy definitely has grown up. And we know what age bestows upon us mortals.
Yeap, you guessed right. Hormones. Raging ones.
Boy has now reached an age…where he wants to find the One. See, there’s always someone for everyone in this world. But how do we know if he/she is the One? Boy wants to find Her.
Back when he was still Little Boy, he tripped a friend, and never apologized. He now knows why. Little Boy at that time, was growing up. Just beginning to feel to effects of hormones. But he outgrew that. So that’s the past.
Now,
Boy met a girl. She was…captivating, in her own way. He still dances. And guess what? To his delight, the girl danced too! And so they danced together, getting to know each other. Boy’s little heartstring…gave a little ‘twang’. He thought, ‘Maybe she’s the One I’ve been looking for.’
Boy thought wrong. Because Boy failed to see the interpretive meaning behind her dance. Her slow dance, hides a pain. Boy failed to see that, and kept dancing to his own rhythm, oblivious. The girl tried to convey, but Boy was still ignorant as ever. Cut a long story short, the girl danced away. And the girl, found another dancing partner, who lifted her off her feet, bringing her to heights and places she never dreamt of. Boy looked at the girl whom he thought was the One. He was hurt, and felt a little bit of resentment at first. But Boy, along the way, gained some maturity. He felt happy for the girl. So he continued on with his life.
So, Boy kept on dancing with his circle of friends. His life was a jolly one.
Let’s pause here for a moment. I don’t know about you, but from his past and the previous incident with the girl, I personally conclude that Boy is VERY BAD at reading signs. Yes? No? I mean, people can be perceptive…but as usual, time will definitely reveal everything. But Boy…ugh, he is such a dimwit. Dancing blindly without looking at other people’s dance.
Which brings us to another part of Boy’s life. This time, a friend of his among his dancing circle, bumped into him. Not just once, of course, plenty of times. But Boy was preoccupied with…other matters. (I’m guessing the first girl?) Oh, but that friend of his didn’t give up. And one day, Boy actually had the pleasure of dancing with her.
Boy begin to feel his heartstring playing a different tune. It was a mellow one. A one that was healing his heart. He liked it. Boy begin to dance with all his heart.
But…sometimes, when you give your all, it might backfire. In Boy’s case…well, he got tripped while dancing, by that friend whom he thought was the One. She left him lying on the floor, as she danced away…
Boy was confused, hurt yet again. He did not understand. He lay on the floor for a long time, refusing to dance again. This hurt…and the previous wounds that were still mending, incapacitated Boy.
Don’t worry. With a lot of help from his friends, Boy got up again. But this time, he promised himself he’ll dance more carefully now. Each calculated step showed that Boy was dancing to a foreign rhythm. It was a rhythm that was…tentative. Boy was dancing all right, but he danced slow. Deliberate slow steps.
Boy was determined to protect himself. Never again shall he fall.
I’m pretty much sure I’ve lost you now. Or maybe you were already lost way up somewhere there. haha. It’s alright. For those of you who took the time to reach this part, you have my sincere thanks. I wanted to share a story, because I wanted to. Simple as that. This simple story, in simple words.
But it’s not over. Here’s a cliffhanger:
Boy is now on the floor,again. No, he wasn’t exactly tripped by someone else, or maybe he was? But on the floor writhing in pain he is.
Boy is reaching out for help. I wonder who will come this time to save him?
to be continued.
Sometimes, you can’t blame someone for moving on so fast. You can only blame yourself for being slower.
coz i hope someone would just notice me.
