I laid on my bed in my room, breathing heavily whilst feeling that hollow sensation where my heart was suppose to be. After all, I had been lonely for a while now, but still hadn't grown to live with it. Though it was fairly late at night, I needed some air, so I donned my coat and began walking the back paths of the woods. The sensation of passing time began to blur as I was left alone with my thoughts, so I wasn't quite sure how long I had walked those paths, but in my absent mindedness, I had realized that I had walked farther than I had ever had before, There was a small sense of panic that welled up inside as I worried about being lost. My pace quickened and I dodged tree after tree I found myself in a small clearing. A house was viable not far away, and through a lit window I saw her. 

I had known her for several years now, and we had become friends, sharing many things with each other, so in my lonely state, I began to develop feelings for her. I couldn't quite tell if it was love or not, but there was definitely something there. I stood there for a while with a head filled with nothing, as i wasn't quite sure how to handle myself. Time passes and weather it be seconds or years I wasn't sure, what I was sure of was that a single thought crossed my mind, that I should just go up to her there and throw it all on the line. The longer it had lingered in my mind, the less ridiculous it seemed, and just before I was about to act upon it, i was stopped by a sudden sound. Above me there was a song of flute played both skillfully and beautifully. I searched for where the mysterious song was coming from, and high above, resting on a tree branch, I saw him.

He wore a set of pastel colored robes that flew so gently and gracefully in the breeze that they blended with the surrounding sky and it was hard to tell where the fabric ended. The trim around the robes shone and glistened like gold. His head was the most peculiar part though, for his face was covered with a ceramic harlequin mask with one way materials covering the mouth and eyes, and mysterious red runic lines etched into it, and on top of his head was a white wide-brimmed hat, with a black plume sticking out of it. When he sensed he had been discovered, he stopped playing his flute and began a rhyme. In a sing-song manner he said:

It seems to me
The fool to be
Is one that's so despised

For in his doubt
He has no clout
And suspicions still arise

The secret supposed
Now travels and goes
Affection shines like peridot

But still he tries 
and for that he cries
A broken-hearted idiot

He finished his small song and turned head toward me. " Who are you?" I asked with a small bit of awe in my voice.
"My boy, you may refer to me as The Wukong, I am the comic relief in this tragic drama called your life."
"What?"
"Oh come off it, even Shakespeare knew that too much grief drives off audiences, and I am here to delight and entertain the audiences of your life."
"I... I don't have audiences, I'm not a play..."
"Oh please boy, all the world's a stage and your performance in it reveals much about you... even that which you intended only for yourself."
"What... what do you mean?"
" And he thought he could safeguard his affection-"
"Shut up!"
"Touchy Subject lad? No, don't answer, because I already know it. And let me assure you, that your hopes and dreams and grand fantasies that you've held for held for her... will not come to pass."
" You don't know that!"
"Oh don't I? Well tell me then, why is it that whenever you make any sort of advance toward her, you are turned down?"
" Well it's-"
"And why is it that throughout the years... she's shown absolutely no interest in you, or even people remotely similar to you...?"
"That's-"
"And why is it that even though you've been aware of this for quite some time, you still hold on to hope?"
I stood in silence, having no rebuttal to offer.
"What you need to realize boy, is that your fairy-tale notions of true love conquers all... doesn't exist. Though some may debate it, humans are animals, and just like the the tiger that has the most appealing stripes may have his pick of the females, so too are we simply attracted to the best looking person in the area."
"That's not true," I replied meekly.
"Oh? Then why her? Why not someone who is more intellectual, or someone who actually cares for you?"
Again I met his argument with only silence, and turned my back to him in hopes of shielding myself from his onslaught.
"Grow up boy, and realize that you will never get your princess."

I turned to face him and stand up for both myself and her, but there was only a breeze where he once stood. I was dazed by the whole ordeal, and as his words began to sink in, I turned around and began to head home.