For as long as i can remember, there has always been this boy.
Always there to greet me in the morning, with that big silly smile on
his face. Always there coaxing me to sleep at night, and comfort me when
I'm woken by frightening nightmares. And for all i can remember, I've
not once heard him telling me his name, but his presence has been all so
natural, it never dawn on me to ask as well.
As time
passes, I start to realized the he rarely interacts with other people,
in fact, I've never ever seen him getting close to another other than
me. Initially I just thought of it as him being shy, but slowly seems
strange as I noticed people around are paying him no mind at all, like
he wasn't even there. It appears that he's one of those they called
"imaginary friends".
Keeping him as a personal secrete, not
wanting anyone else to know about him, afraid that he might be stolen
away. And true enough, even after growing up, even when it was said that
"imaginary friends"disappear after one has reach a certain age, he's
still around. Being a perfect gentlemen, growing up along with me, being
by my side always no matter what.
He'll follow me everywhere, when I'm with my friends, he'll stand beside me, quietly and patiently.
There
are times when we would fight and won't see each other for days, but
he'll always come back and things will somehow return back to how it has
always been.
Spoiled by his attention and affections, I
grew to became overly dependent on him, and having a deeper
relationship with another person seems close to impossible. Sometimes I
wonder, maybe he is just as selfish as I am, just maybe, he wanted to
have me all to himself just as much. Even if that's true, it's
interesting how happy it made me, when he gets angry when some other guy
has more attention then him, but he's never truly angry even when I was
behaving like a child and being unreasonable.
The promise I made to him, I shall never take my own life, for is saddens him to see me hurt myself.
The promise he made to me, never to leave me no matter what, for he knows I can no longer live if he's gone.
The promise we made to each other, not even death can do us part.
**Wrote this within 3 - 4 hours. might use this as a rough guide for future ref.
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