August 21, 2013
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4 days
Oh I, I am not the one who preys...
So why, why am I the one to praise?- Vienna Teng, In the 99
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"You're my Asian honey!"
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I mean, of course there are plenty of things that happened this summer, each event worth writing about.
I could write about lab, and how it’s both the same and very different from last year. How the people are the same, but the attitudes and the dynamic feels strange and new. Some people are more pessimistic, some are more reserved, and some are more affable than I remember from last year. I could write about my television experience, where I hung out at Morgan Freeman’s house and starred as an extra in an upcoming episode of Through the Wormhole. I could write about my interns, and share my memories about them – my responsibilities as the Senior Intern, my opinions on the Young Old People and their cheese & wine parties, or my absolute love for the guys in Apartment #935. I could even write about up north, with stories of lost affections, richer friendships, and teary visits with family.
But at the end of the day, there’s only one big thing on my mind that truly craves the permanence of writing.
In fact, he’s been the biggest thing on my mind at the end of every day for the last two months.
His name is Jacob.
No frills of pseudomystery, no cryptic references, no silly secret nicknames like “ghost,” or “catfish.” Simply -- his name is Jacob, and he’s the kind of person that deserves more than subtlety and secrecy, more than shyness and restraint.
I’ll warn you properly that these are the words of a girl that’s head over heels, but I’ll shamelessly disgust you all the same.
He has beautiful gray eyes, and he’s overcome my adverse attitudes towards men with facial hair. I love running my fingers through his short, light brown hair – though not nearly as much as I adore the way his eyes wrinkle when he laughs.
Yet, if you told me a few months ago that I would meet someone this summer, I would’ve kicked myself, assuming that I must’ve become that girl with some random summer fling. I would’ve hit myself for letting myself fall into something so shallow and frivolous.
But instead, my life is a Sarah Dessen novel -- somehow, in the concise, transient timeframe of summer, something amazing comes along. My God, I’m Colie from Keeping the Moon. I am the protagonist of my favorite book.
Except my self-esteem is way better than Colie’s. I mean, come on. I’m pretty cute.
(lol I’m not really that narcissistic)
(but srsly I’m pretty cute)
In fact, Jacob even kind of reminds me of Norman from Keeping the Moon – although, Jacob is probably more rugged. Nonetheless, like Norman said to Colie, “You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it,” that’s the attitude that Jacob confers to me. There’s something special about the way that Jacob will find random times to turn to me and quietly whisper, “You’re beautiful.” Being with him makes me realize just how well I deserve to be treated, because he never ceases to spoil me and work hard for me.
We met by circumstance – he was simply the new intern, and I was the polite senior intern that welcomed him into the program. I shook his hand when he walked into the room, and it was so simple. We both thought so little of it, but it wasn’t long before our eye contact would linger a little too long, and all of his jokes would make me laugh a little too much. And it wasn’t much longer after that when we would sit next to each other in the heat of a bonfire, and he would lean in to kiss me.
We quickly became a fixture of the summer. After a history of trysts and quiet rendezvous, it initially took me aback when Jacob very proudly held me around the waist around the other interns. He would even spend time showing me off to his friends, making me feel like his trophy girl. I would have dinner with his family, and he would have lunch with mine. My nervous first date jitters would evolve into content smiles, and my shyness for PDA would grow into excitement for every opportunity to hug him midstride as we walked down the sidewalk.
However, we have our heads in the game, and while summer is awesome, we realize that it would be best to stay friends after he flies across the country for his undergraduate education. (Yes, oo la la – a younger man!) I’m definitely at that leg of the journey where I’m growing increasingly sentimental, and I know it’s not going to get any easier.
Yet, I do know that this summer has been special enough to me that I want to look back and fondly remember it as I read and reflect on my experiences and my giddy schoolgirl butterflies.
We have until Saturday early morning that he leaves for undergrad, and we’re trying to make the most out of every heartbeat until then.
With that, I'll depart for now! I have a cute date
....a date with science
...i have to count cells
T_T