The first time I saw him, I was but a child. So scared, I had been, as his green disk-shaped ship crashed in the forest. I was scared about investigating, but curiosity won over fear and I apprehensively approached the strange machine.

I laughed as I remembered my shock at his appearance. He was short and green, he looked disorientated, swiveling his odd looking head around. He caught sight of me and shrieked.

After that initial shock, we became friends. I taught him English, and he told me tales of his home planet, and how he planned on returning to it someday.

All too soon though, he left. I begged him to stay, but to no avail. He promised he would return though. 20 years had passed since then, and as excited as I was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong. My feelings were confirmed when his ship plummeted to the ground. I was about to run over, when the ship caught fire. I watched in horror my best friend went up in flames.

Reunions were always bittersweet.