October 6 - Life of Max

... and then the Wild Thing, my fierce companion, the terrible one who kept me alive ... disappeared forever from my life.

After a few hours a member of my own species found me.  He left and returned with a group who carried me away.  I wept like a child, not because I was overwhelmed at having survived, although I was.  I was weeping because the Wild Thing left me ... so unceremoniously.  It broke my heart.

After all we had been through, he didn't even look back.   

But I have to believe that there was more in his eyes but my own reflection staring back at me.  I know it.  I felt it.  Even if I can't prove it.

You know I've left so much behind, my room, my little boat. I suppose in the end the whole of life becomes an act of letting go.  But what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.

I was never able to thank my mother.  To tell her without leaving the warm meal in my room, I would never have survived.  And I know the Wild Things are monsters, but I wish I had said "It's over.  We survived.  Thank you for saving my life.  I love you."

A boy, a boat, a monster and some existential trauma... 
This story has everything but mathematics!
So tonight we'll be severing dessert with a slice of Pi!
Mwahahahahahaa! *snort*

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