I was like a moth who had seen a firefly for the first time. I was deeply enchanted by the boy.
But sadly, I'm a moth, not literally, but I might as well be. I'm dull, hairy, have no fashion sense. It would only make sense that a boy like me is interested in a boy like him. He was colorful, he shines bright where ever he goes, and he's a night person.
One thing that I favor about the little firefly was that he walked out in the night, but it was almost like he radiated this natural light around him. He didn't mind being in the dark corners of the streets, he knows his way.
I, on the other hand, am always attracted to the light, how it shines and memorizing. How it feels warm and protective. I felt secure from the dark corners of the street that I work desperately to get away from.
He has a clear path because of his light, his is the safety and protection that light radiates.
I don't have a clear path. I encounter dead ends, obstacles, oftentimes I trip over my own two feet. I always look for light; I depend on it. But the little firefly...he doesn't, he calmly strolls down his path knowing where the dead ends were, always knows that his feet will not stumble. He doesn't look behind his back to make sure he is going the right direction like I do. He doesn't look like a confused chicken waving his head around frantically. He looks confident in his sense of direction. I never understood why. The dark is full of so many things that you have no vision of. All the alleys look like a narrow hallway in a haunted house, filled with detailed wallpaper and paintings against the walls. If you don't have light, you feel eyes from the paintings watching your every move as well they mock you for tripping and stumbling. The dark is full of eyes.
I am a day person. Everything is clear in the day. With that being said, you'd think I'd be fine during the day, but I'm not. I get so hyper and jumpy that everyone is sick of my presence. So I just lock myself in my room with the curtains wide open.
I got so addicted to the firefly's light, that I tried to spot him on the sidewalk strolling, l realized if I was ever going to have a chance with him, I need to go out at night. Fuck.