I took the ferry home with Mars’ phone number penned onto my hand, and my new Walkman in my pocket, the headphones plugged in, and wrapped around my neck. My forehead still felt warm from where he had kissed me goodbye. He had been too afraid of kissing my bruised lips in case he ended up hurting me.
It had started to rain, very lightly, but I ran fast through the widest streets, taking the quickest and most visible route home. I decided I wanted to tell my mother about Mars. It had been about two months since he and I had first met, and she would be the first person I told. I began climbing the stairs with energy, my sore muscles warming up again. I felt beautiful, even if I may have still looked a little ragged from last night. Continue reading