Alejandro

We can go out.  It's like before.  Way back.  We go to Original Joes.  We sit.  It's like before.  It's where the tattoo girl is.  We don't get her.  Instead it's red hair.  I know Marky lol.  He wants her lol.  She asks, drinks?  We get some.  I say to him.  You like her still.  He laughs.  He would pay for her. 5 browns lol.  She ask.  You want food.  Mark puts hand on head.  He goes.  She wants a burger.  Pasta salad.  Garlic potato.  I laugh.  Yes you can read my mind.  He gets it too. 

We talk.  He tells me.  He's done. He must start a new life.  He is tuckered out.  Tired of it.  I know this feeling.  He tells me.  He can sleep now.  Don't wake up so much.  I can see.  A new life.  I ask him.  You are scared?  Nope he sais.  He is just glad.  Should have gone before.  Long ago.  He tells me.  You hang on.  It's what you got.  What you know.  He sais it looks good.  He will get back up.  Then go on his journey.  Just like me.  I ask him.  Will you stay here?  He sais for now. 

We talk about Greece.  I tell him how it is.  I tell him about Tat.  I tell him I can cook eggs.  Maybe I will do this.  He laughs.  How about Nellies instead lol.  The fire department is busy.  It's funny.  I burn cooking so much.  Now I know it.  Not so much but some.  I like it.  To sit her. 

When I go to therapy.  The lady tells me.  Mark isn't just a boyfriend.  He's like Papa.  It's some why I am attached.  He's both.  She tells me this.  It reminds me.  Its a song.  Lady Gaga.  Alejandro.  She sings "but her boyfriend is like a dad".  I think.  Our love is forever.  But us together isn't.  I must go my way.  Him his way.  It's 9 months only.  But each gives to the other.  I am broken.  He pushes me.  Get up.  Fight.  Be strong.  You ain't a whore.  Stop this word.  For him.  I make his heart soft again.  Before he don't like women.  Sick of them. He will be single always.  But now it's different.  His heart is softer now.  It will be hurt again.  Its love.  But it will be stronger.   We come together.  Only God knows why.  But each starts a new life.  It comes from each other.  Should I be sad?  I should cry.  I don't cry.  Instead I thank God.  God gives me a wish.  Two people are healing.  I watch him.  He has a drink.  I smile at him.  He sais what.  I smile more.  I say nothing. 

Some read this.  They think it's a good ending.  The prince and the princess.  Together in the castle.  As a girl you dream it.  As a woman?  It's not real.  No fairytale comes.  Life aint this way.  What will happen?  I will go to Greece.  Marky will go on.  Start life.  Pick up his pieces.  This time.  I won't cry goodbye.  I will smile.  It's not a fairytale.  Instead it's a beautiful dream.  And I can live it.  Not forever.  But I live it.