The little martian joins me under Andrea, the willowy amphitheater tree.
We sit under her pretty, curling leaves and drink coffee from my unicorn sipper. The little martian sits right opposite me, legs crossed, gaze focused. He has tiny bags beneath his eyes but otherwise, he looks happy. His eyes meet mine and we share a knowing smile.
“People come and go,” he tells me, “ some of us are only really meant to intersect for a couple of months, some of us longer, but it's all pre-written and shit. it happens because it's supposed to, you can't hold on to stuff that isn't meant for you anymore. "
I smile back at him, my melodramatic little martian with all his cutesy pinterest qoutes.
“I know, I don’t have any regrets. “
The little martian admits that he is sorry to say bye-bye to orange.
He tells me about the transience of everything and everyone, he tells me to let go and go with the flow....
“ Just because you still want someone doesn’t mean they are good for you, just because you miss them doesn’t mean you’d feel any less lonely when you are with them,” the little martian tells me
Andrea seems to agree, she appears as if she is leaning in to listen,
I nod at him, unsure of how he wants me to react, he seems to be on a roll.
"I know. " I tell the little martian
He rolls his little eyes at me, "I know you know, I just want you to know that I know as well."
I laugh at him, the little martian is quite silly.
Andrea titters in the breeze and sends a wave of icy morning breeze to cool my eyes.
I love her.
“I love to love.” little Martian tells me
I think of the butterflies and the warmth and the ship docking in the dark, the hurtling flashlights and the sudden silence, the sleepy sadness of it all, the storm and the calm, and the spring in between. I almost break a little.
I remind myself that breaking isn't a biggie, and suddenly I'm alright again.
The little martian looks all misty-eyed and melodramatic.
We can’t both be misty, so I throw my arm around him and let him lean against me
I let him feel whatever he is feeling and then together, we let it go
All the angst, all the sadness, and everything in between.
We slip out from underneath Andrea’s canopy and release it into the breeze.
The little martian sags with relief and we both let out a long, slow breath.
I let Thursday envelop me in its sunshine.
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