It was nearly halfway into the year 2010, the darkness of the moonlit sky paled in comparison to the melancholy expressed the face of Boonsake, wiping the last trace of the cheeky innocence normally radiating from his face.
He was dumped.
It came as a total shock for him. I mean, even gay fags flocked to him once in a while. But this time was totally different.
I have to admit, the fragile heart of Boonsake was easily captured by the aspect of love of that sig. of his target.
Not only did he have to make the first move to approach him, but this was the first time when he realised that a STOMPer never even bothered to put on an avatar!
Without a face to direct his words to, he tried the basics of introduction.
"What's your name?"
"IAmTyrone."
"Hi, Tyrone..." chirped Boonsake, "do you wanna make a..."
The answer to his usual question of having some 'coffee' came in doubleslaps.
"NO! IAmTyrone!" boomed IAmTyrone. Obviously enraged at the misunderstanding, IAmTyrone decided that the puppy Boonsake was just a total jerk. With a twist of his ankle, he jabbed the sole of his spiked shoes into the abdominal region of Boonsake, sending the puppy and his broken heart flying into the echoes of the loveless, cruel atmosphere.
Surprisingly, that was the first encounter where Boonsake had an unexpected taste of a 'first love' rejection. At a tender age of thirteen then, IAmTyrone had him going crazy, and he was starstruck. The thought of the faceless one woke him up daily, ain't need no Starbucks.
This, was the dawn of the (IAm)Tyrone.
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