Our last outing... just until next time
Sitting in Tazza d'Oro with Ronnisha, she wrote on some random scrap of paper that she loved me. Wasn't gonna show it to me, couldn't say the words. I just said I didn't know what to say.
At home now, she walked with me, she's lounging in my dish chair writing, watching me write an essay for English, I'm focusing better then ever, feeling... some typa way knowing that she is watching me, reflecting on her life with me in it.
LuLu's Noodles, "Ever been to Lu Lu's before?" "Naw."
So I teach her how to use chop sticks, she teaches me how to bitch slap, I swat my backhand into her palm and grumble "bitch, where's my money!?"
She tells me that she's never done this before, had someone care before, I CARE. I feel like she finally gets it, I feel like she finally sees that I truely care and just want her to do better for herself.
***
After I finished writng my essay, she was alseep in my lounge chair (or at least resting her eyes). I went over and embraced her for a long time. Then we went downstairs to go out to dinner.
Did I ever mention that everytime I hear Tracy Chapman's voice, every time I hear our song, "Fast Car", I get all sentimental, nostalgic. I called her today 'cause I finally know where she lives. Whoever answered the phone said they'd give her the message that "Maika called". I know she'll be disappointed that I didn't say more and I'm pretty sure that she'll call when no one is home, but I'm glad that I finally have a way to be in contact with her again. I am going to take her on my road trip. :) That makes me endlessly happy. Happy to the point that I'm in tears because we may some day get to ride in a fast car.
~Maika
At home now, she walked with me, she's lounging in my dish chair writing, watching me write an essay for English, I'm focusing better then ever, feeling... some typa way knowing that she is watching me, reflecting on her life with me in it.
LuLu's Noodles, "Ever been to Lu Lu's before?" "Naw."
So I teach her how to use chop sticks, she teaches me how to bitch slap, I swat my backhand into her palm and grumble "bitch, where's my money!?"
She tells me that she's never done this before, had someone care before, I CARE. I feel like she finally gets it, I feel like she finally sees that I truely care and just want her to do better for herself.
***
After I finished writng my essay, she was alseep in my lounge chair (or at least resting her eyes). I went over and embraced her for a long time. Then we went downstairs to go out to dinner.
Did I ever mention that everytime I hear Tracy Chapman's voice, every time I hear our song, "Fast Car", I get all sentimental, nostalgic. I called her today 'cause I finally know where she lives. Whoever answered the phone said they'd give her the message that "Maika called". I know she'll be disappointed that I didn't say more and I'm pretty sure that she'll call when no one is home, but I'm glad that I finally have a way to be in contact with her again. I am going to take her on my road trip. :) That makes me endlessly happy. Happy to the point that I'm in tears because we may some day get to ride in a fast car.
~Maika