whoa.
So I met this girl.
I'm not even sure now exactly how we met: somewhere on campus, I think, we just kind of ran into each other. And we just got along really well.
I think her family is from Malaysia, but she has a clear, California-native accent. She smiles easily, but doesn't laugh that often. Tending towards quiet, she seems very aware, very watchful, rather than shy. She's not afraid to say what she thinks, but seems to approach most conversations as an opportunity to learn more about people. (An approach I relate to powerfully.)
She echoes in my mind... Her quick, bright smile. The warmth and calm of her voice, the combination of insight and humility. Her dark eyes, the way she's always so aware. Gah.
It's dangerous and delightful. We've met a few times, I gave her a ride to her place after school, shared an entirely gratuitous hand-clasp when we said goodbye. We went out for lunch together, spent some of the afternoon walking around Golden Gate Park and talking about things that really important.
I don't know her that well, we've gone out once, and I'm already thinking about the texture of her hair more than my curriculum project, nevermind all the processing I'm spending on her thoughts, the ways she uses words.
Certain word-choices reinforce the feeling that she might not be California-native (though that might just be the influence of her family), and her values regarding the importance of education and the central place of her family in her life are pretty unusual. I've talked to her about her family and where she's from, but I'm still not clear whether she was born here or not.
I think the next time I take her out I'm going to kiss her hands.
And that's when I woke up. And now I miss her.
It's been a while since I dreamed of a girl I don't know- someone entirely fictional. I'd forgotten how easily relationships unfold in dreams, how so much goes unspoken in easy understanding.
I'm not even sure now exactly how we met: somewhere on campus, I think, we just kind of ran into each other. And we just got along really well.
I think her family is from Malaysia, but she has a clear, California-native accent. She smiles easily, but doesn't laugh that often. Tending towards quiet, she seems very aware, very watchful, rather than shy. She's not afraid to say what she thinks, but seems to approach most conversations as an opportunity to learn more about people. (An approach I relate to powerfully.)
She echoes in my mind... Her quick, bright smile. The warmth and calm of her voice, the combination of insight and humility. Her dark eyes, the way she's always so aware. Gah.
It's dangerous and delightful. We've met a few times, I gave her a ride to her place after school, shared an entirely gratuitous hand-clasp when we said goodbye. We went out for lunch together, spent some of the afternoon walking around Golden Gate Park and talking about things that really important.
I don't know her that well, we've gone out once, and I'm already thinking about the texture of her hair more than my curriculum project, nevermind all the processing I'm spending on her thoughts, the ways she uses words.
Certain word-choices reinforce the feeling that she might not be California-native (though that might just be the influence of her family), and her values regarding the importance of education and the central place of her family in her life are pretty unusual. I've talked to her about her family and where she's from, but I'm still not clear whether she was born here or not.
I think the next time I take her out I'm going to kiss her hands.
And that's when I woke up. And now I miss her.
It's been a while since I dreamed of a girl I don't know- someone entirely fictional. I'd forgotten how easily relationships unfold in dreams, how so much goes unspoken in easy understanding.