a small narration

i have written a small narration to go with Yiruma's music playing by my blog.
I put 'Love Me' by Yiruma on repeat as I wrote this.

a short note:
from time to time, i will actually write short extracts of mini fiction.
this was written on the spot as i listened to the music. and to be honest, i actually broke down whilst penning this. perhaps it was the pent up emotions that caused it, in any case, hope you enjoy the read.

Starry Starry Night

once upon a time, there was a little boy
who always believed that he could smile his worries away
and most importantly,
he did not believe in love at first sight

one day, he agreed to meet this very particular stranger
he calls, m
he wasn't too sure, neither was he expecting much

and as he draws his heavy foot towards the destination
clad in utterly simple apparel
he waited patiently.

the bus arrived after quite a wait.
m stepped out
the little boy was surprised
he knew it was something more than just anticipation

time spent with m was amazing
worries were forgotten, breathing was made much easier
the stars seemed a lil more prettier
the grass they were lying on was softer than any texture created.

m's hands were a tinge of icy cool
and they cooled the little boy's warm little palms
m's soothing yet cartoon-like voice 
almost coo-ed the little boy to sleep as that of a lullaby

and comes the unexpected act
when m was caught unaware
the little boy kissed m...
he knew this would change everything
but he still did it.

the little boy knows
it was more than just excitement from the first encounter
it was something more

they stayed til late.
the little boy knew that time was running out
and if m left
there would never be the second chance

but still..

the little boy accompanied m all the way
his lil heart filled with warmth and joy

as m ran off to catch the train
the little boy stood and watched the train leave
with an unspeakable surge of melancholy

the little boy knew he should not have done it
he shouldn't have said what was in his heart then

as after the little boy did so
things were never the same again.

in every conversation there was a void
a space so vast 
such that the little boy was lost in it

there was an unmentioned sense of awkwardness
tho m remained polite
the little boy could sense it coming.

rejection was subtle as it can be
though it pierced through the little boy's once cooled heart
for it could no longer be,
not without m's icy cool touch

now all the little boy could wish for
is not for m to love him in return
but to forget those lil silly things he did when they first met
if ever it's possible

he wanted m as a friend
who can lie down beside him and admire the stars
someone who will cool his warm lil palms
someone who will listen to the stories no one bothered to listen
someone who never complains about the pricky grass

so one rainy night,
the little boy went back to the same hill
laid down on the same exact spot
and looked up into the skies
as he carefully whispered

twinkle twinkle lil star
how i wish to be where you are
staying up above so high
belonging to m's one and only sky