Thursday, September 11, 2008

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For some reason, when I sit down in class and draw out my pen to take notes, inspiration comes freely. Here is one such thing that I wrote. I wanted to avoid awkwardness, so I fictionalized all of the incriminating details.

I don't know why he reminds me so much of Daniel. His face isn't similar, and the way they behave is nothing alike. Initially, outwardly, their bodies have the same silhouette. Daniel is taller, but they're both skinny -- in a way that is bony but not sharp -- with wide shoulders. Each shoulder is horizontally level; barely any slope before the arms, hanging down in perfect right angles. His hair is slightly similar to Daniel's, but they both have kind of boring short hair that is not uncommon for boys who don't care. The faces themselves don't look alike, but the way they speak is as if they dual personalities. Both speak with an easygoing gentleness that feels like it lands on you from above instead of directly attacking you face to face. A big difference is that I have only seen him smile maybe once, whereas Daniel's voice reflects his constant half-smile. His voice is very reserved; quiet, but in a way that makes you want to lean closer to hear, not that breaks your interest.
When Daniel spoke to me after a long absence, his voice struck me as so beautiful; far more so in person than on the phone. The way he addressed me was so melodic in a masculine way, so complimentary and safe that I immediately felt at ease. When I first saw his form, backlit, on some corner in Sacramento, I was surprised at how wide his shoulders were, much wider than his hips. Combined with huge muscles, this would look distasteful, but without bulk it's the shape I prefer. I was intimidated to see someone with whom I'd been distantly in love for two years, but after 30 minutes, when we were facing each other in bed, I felt completely at ease. Not that I felt confident, far from it, but the way he looked at me so fondly allowed me to feel his gentle approval, though it didn't seem pompous. He acted expectant towards me, in such a way that it seemed like he knew and approved of every word I said before it reached my tongue. When he kissed me, I realized how large his lips are; we were pretty much a perfect match in that respect. From the angle I could see him, he looked so much like my friend Nick; the way his eyes glowed down at me from their place above his nose. Nick was in love with me when he gave me that look; I think Daniel just loves people in general. The look in his eyes has a way of entering your pupils and extending to the ends of every appendage. He looked at me like a painter appraising a model -- a truly talented artist who loves every square millimeter of paint on his canvas.

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