Get drunk, but be responsible!
Yours Truly is going on a bike ride tonight. I was, however, tremendously disappointed with the utter lack of Cinco De Mayo material at the 99 Cents Only store! A mere paper sombrero would have sufficed! How sad I am! And while I quite fond of those Jose Cuervo pre-mixed margaritas, I think I will stick with these tall boys of Tecate.
There was more I wanted to say, but I've got to take a nap now. Here's some writing instead.
The petal said nothing on it.
I was frustrated.
"Well, do you love me or don't you?"
"Don't you see, Liz? It doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is you."
I started to cry. "I'm not ready...." I sobbed.
"Yes you are, Liz. You've been ready. This is all yours, you made this all, none of it is real. You're clinging to something that isn't there."
Already my tears had subsided. I stood at the edge of the water. I picked up a stone and chucked it, and it skipped across the water until I could no longer see it.
"Let me go, Liz. It's time." He came up and put his hand in mine. "Walk with me," he said.
We held hands and walked along the water. "Everything is going to be okay, Liz. You'll see."
"I know that. It's so hard in the interim."
"But it's all made you so much stronger. I don't even recognize you anymore, you know that? You used to be a shy, insecure little girl, and you've blossomed into a beautiful, compassionate woman. You've really come into your own, and you'll continue to do so."
"This sounds so stupid, I'm just talking to myself here, and I know it."
"Come on now, let me finish."
He paused to bend down and pick up a shell. It was a beautiful white spindle shell with a glossy pink interior.
"I'm not saying it's going to be any easier after this, but this will be good. You'll feel better. And one day you'll look back at this and wonder at the person you were."
He handed the shell to me. "I know you like these."
"It's a recent thing."
We resumed walking.
"There is so much still ahead of you. There are so many wonderful things in store for you and your pink bicycle."
As we walked, his grip on my hand slowly came undone as if he were unraveling from some inner thread come loose.
"Remember everything you've learned, Lizzy, and continue to strive toward kindness."
When I looked at him again, he turned into a cool sea breeze that caressed my cheek.
He whispered, "I love you."
And I realized it was my own voice coming out of my own throat.
I stood on the beach and I looked around. The sun was setting.
A new day was coming.
Writing April 30 2009
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