The fuzzy memory still lies deep within my lost childhood pieces. I can remember that I loved to see that weird haired boy on television everyday. He spoke a language I did not understand. I did not know what was going on in that young boy's life, still I looked up to him, he was a Hero.
I used to automatically know when I could enter the Adventure that this boy lived in. That boy that I did not understand. All I knew, was what I saw. The rest I would leave for my child imagination.
Now when I look back. That boy, he is, and was much more than a Hero.
I now know, that I watched him talk in Spanish. He was playing a game, much more known as the Shadow Games. I did not care, if he existed or not. That did not matter back then. He would always exist deep in my heart.
Years passed by, I'd forgotten everything about him, that weird haired boy from back then. I know he had been sleeping a long while.
I remember when he decided to appear again. He did enter my mind. I did get curious about who this boy was, so I did research. And I found him.
I know I cried.
I know I was so insanely happy about finding the lost person form my childhood.
Though this did not last. Eventually I lost him again.
It was because of the people I held dear, or thought I did, wanted me to get rid of a memory such as childish as that boy. I did.
And I'm glad I did.
Because now, I am able to remember him without those people telling me to lose him again. I am able to love this memory, this boy, without doubting a moment. I am able to remember all these memories about the times I cried. And he was there to help me to get through it all.
He is still a mystery I'm not able to solve. But I know.
He is the cool haired boy, that talks Japanese. And loves everyone around him. He is the boy that plays a game, a card game that revolves around Darkness.
He was the boy, that had weird hair, I remember talked Spanish. And lived in a Adventure, that he let me be a part of.
His name was Yami no Yuugi.