:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Thursday, October 28, 2004 ::

[ one thousand, four hundred and sixty-one days, to be irritatingly precise ]

It was a Saturday, and she'd actually visited Haverford earlier on her college trip. She was stopping for the night in a Days Inn in an out-of-the-way stop on the highway masquerading as a town called Middletown, PA. (I suppose it's close to Harrisburg.) Phil Gautier actually drove me there, actually drove me the 2 1/2 hours necessary to meet (in person) this preposterously-amazing girl I'd met over the summer, to run into a gorgeous, moon-eyed angel in the hotel parking lot that shook and cried in my arms with joy as my mind was summarily blown. I remember looking over her shoulder at bumper stickers, license plates, and my watch in a total daze. The watch said 6:13 p.m.

Then she kissed me.

It was my first kiss. The night sky was gorgeous. I still remember precisely what she wore, and the scent of roses (she wore rose oil as perfume). I remember leaving my eyes slightly open (not really being in the habit of closing them while kissing for obvious reasons), and catching her look of bliss.

I recognize this as a somewhat dorky admission, since this was perhaps a couple of months into 12th grade, but with a story like this, how could I complain?

Happy Four years, my Angel. I honestly didn't know that we'd make it this far, but given that we have, and what we've made it THROUGH, I dare to dream again.

As affected (and insufferably romantic, not that I care about that today) as I am, I'm sorry, I really am. There's so much I've neglected to do for the occasion: I never did obtain a smallish box, I never did get that DVD I meant to, I haven't written that Sonnet yet, I'm presently throwing together a shamefully slapdash mix, and I've got so much schoolwork standing in between myself and New York City, I have to risk bringing my laptop along with me on the mean railways of the SEPTA/NJT (though I do so like traveling with it, for some sick reason, given its preposterous size relative to other laptops). I'm still not on track, despite how amazingly necessary it is, and November approaches, with its two GREs and many applications to Astrophysics programs that probably wouldn't take me if they knew what a layabout I remain.

This is far from as full as I'd want this entry, but Astro starts in less than four hours, and my eyes strain to remain open. Leave it to life to intrude on its own amazing moments, I suppose.

Music: Depeche Mode - It's No Good, in spite of its arrogance.

:: Aziz 4:29 AM [+] ::
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