“so, you’ve knew about that story ?the kid and the star?”

as my words flew that easily out of my mouth, my heart start to racing inside my chest. Is this the time for me to stop pretending? What will he say? What should I tell him? What does he wants to know?

“uhm, about that actually just a little bit?”

as I looked at him, we exchange a glance and I know from that time what does he mean. He know anything.

“they said it is about me, well I..i..i.. I mean..”

Oh man, this guy is really cute

“you want to make sure if its true or not, so you ask me personally because I am the one who made it. Or because according to them the story contain the human being of yours, mine, and someone else? which one?”

I pinpoint my worries, that’s actually some questions that bugging me for awhile, I have to give him the plot of that story. Which one of my live I’ve been trying to hide as some bed time story Should I gave him? the part where I have fallen for him as the real  guy I had given my heart or the other part where I cant erase the feelings I gave for a man’s shadow for my whole live?

I have to give him the correct answer.

“someone else’s?”

he ask.

The night when the star light covered, unveiling the loneliness of the moon’s existence which is so beautiful even for the dreamer like me,

who always keep his imagination as high as the moon it self, feeling like a fallen angel.

Fall from the unknown height to the deepest core.

I tell him the kid and the star story.

These tears which I always hold for many nights

At last rolling down my cheeks,

And the story begin..