A lot of things crossed his mind as he walked past the last cycle chained to its stand. The week that had passed was something that had left him mesmerized, dazed almost. And in that moment that he walked back, a moment that had decided to make itself feel at home and linger, time just ran back.
It was an exciting thing for him. A long anticipated moment that had finally seemed right around the corner. He was going to finally be with what made him happy. With what made him feel like himself and more. With what gave him a word to define cuteness. With it, meant the world to him. And now, it was coming to him, to be with him, and be his… All the excitement, he could not contain! He would sit all day, as his books stared at him, longing for attention acting all desperate by throwing up random highlights and “Did You Know”s. But they were to get none of him, as he counted down the days, to hours, to minutes to seconds.
At first he did not know how the situation was to be handled. He always saw them in the open or under adult constraints. But now it was all his and he was in it’s possession. Its face, its walk, its playful gestures, everything that made him forget the existence of a life outside of the realms of this new world, this new world of fun, of being fun, of being himself, open and free. And he wanted to make the most of it. As he spent more time with it, he learnt more of it. And it only played along very happily. In return, he made it get the best, and only the best. Never leaving it hanging, and always getting it what it wanted. When it was happy, he would be exhilarant.
They had fun together, as he sneaked it into places that were deemed out of bounds for one or both of them. Not wanting to let go, he sneaked it into his home, without knowledge of anyone, and had fun all night as sleep took a seat ordered some burgers and coke, and watched contently as the two played around. Never letting the other feel a moment of emptiness or loneliness. He treasured his time with it. The smiling moon, after watching over them all this while, finally took his leave and left them to their ways. The sun, wanting a peek too, scrambled its way through the sky, only to find them peacefully perched and greeting him with warm smiles and even more warmed hearts.
It wanted to explore, he wanted to explore with it. They made moment after moment happen, and moment after moment happened with them. They played under god’s nose, and in the devil’s den. And nothing beat their company and they made a new friend… TIME.
Even time seemed to enjoy their little squabbles and childish giggles. “Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations”, said some great man. As the time came to part ways, and goodbye was the word that fought its way through his throat and grumbled as it squeezed between his clenched teeth and fell out in one agonizing flick of the tongue. A goodbye that seemed to summarize, in a moment, what they had built, over that time. He hated that word. He hated everything about it! The way it sounded. The way it was spelled. The way it FELT.
But it had to be done, and he could just turn and walk. Not having enough courage to watch his love part from him. Not wanting to watch it leave, just as he sniffled to hold back the drop that was so eager to run out his, across his cheek. He walked off, away from the van that carried his beloved away. His pup. The one he had got for his birthday, the one that he had wanted throughout his childhood, and had finally been rewarded on HIS most special day. Now it was going back home, and his heart was going back to its shell. Every step through the mud felt like walking through quicksand.
The cycle still stood there, laughing at him, chained to its stand… and laughing.
It was an exciting thing for him. A long anticipated moment that had finally seemed right around the corner. He was going to finally be with what made him happy. With what made him feel like himself and more. With what gave him a word to define cuteness. With it, meant the world to him. And now, it was coming to him, to be with him, and be his… All the excitement, he could not contain! He would sit all day, as his books stared at him, longing for attention acting all desperate by throwing up random highlights and “Did You Know”s. But they were to get none of him, as he counted down the days, to hours, to minutes to seconds.
At first he did not know how the situation was to be handled. He always saw them in the open or under adult constraints. But now it was all his and he was in it’s possession. Its face, its walk, its playful gestures, everything that made him forget the existence of a life outside of the realms of this new world, this new world of fun, of being fun, of being himself, open and free. And he wanted to make the most of it. As he spent more time with it, he learnt more of it. And it only played along very happily. In return, he made it get the best, and only the best. Never leaving it hanging, and always getting it what it wanted. When it was happy, he would be exhilarant.
They had fun together, as he sneaked it into places that were deemed out of bounds for one or both of them. Not wanting to let go, he sneaked it into his home, without knowledge of anyone, and had fun all night as sleep took a seat ordered some burgers and coke, and watched contently as the two played around. Never letting the other feel a moment of emptiness or loneliness. He treasured his time with it. The smiling moon, after watching over them all this while, finally took his leave and left them to their ways. The sun, wanting a peek too, scrambled its way through the sky, only to find them peacefully perched and greeting him with warm smiles and even more warmed hearts.
It wanted to explore, he wanted to explore with it. They made moment after moment happen, and moment after moment happened with them. They played under god’s nose, and in the devil’s den. And nothing beat their company and they made a new friend… TIME.
Even time seemed to enjoy their little squabbles and childish giggles. “Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations”, said some great man. As the time came to part ways, and goodbye was the word that fought its way through his throat and grumbled as it squeezed between his clenched teeth and fell out in one agonizing flick of the tongue. A goodbye that seemed to summarize, in a moment, what they had built, over that time. He hated that word. He hated everything about it! The way it sounded. The way it was spelled. The way it FELT.
But it had to be done, and he could just turn and walk. Not having enough courage to watch his love part from him. Not wanting to watch it leave, just as he sniffled to hold back the drop that was so eager to run out his, across his cheek. He walked off, away from the van that carried his beloved away. His pup. The one he had got for his birthday, the one that he had wanted throughout his childhood, and had finally been rewarded on HIS most special day. Now it was going back home, and his heart was going back to its shell. Every step through the mud felt like walking through quicksand.
The cycle still stood there, laughing at him, chained to its stand… and laughing.
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