frost over

Twenty-one year old (twenty-two in four days) percussionist music major, philosophy minor; six-month-old bartender who makes sushi and other seafood dishes; favors wine over beer and other liquors; loves jazz and minimalist music; possesses remarkably healthy eating/exercising habits; practices diligently -- favorite instrument is the marimba; favorite color is red; likes Asian things and apparently associated people; has disarming green eyes that change to blue and grey whenever they feel like it; has short, curly, brown hair that stays in place despite my efforts; appreciates candelight when appropriate; from past experience, unusually affectionate; has a surprisingly deep voice that is both entertaining and incredibly sexy at times; loves the city without growing up there; loves large bodies of water with accompanying sunrises/sunsets; prefers an east coast sunrise to a west coast sunset; enthusiastically drinks coffee for the flavor, not the caffeine; chooses the love story without the cheesiness for favorite movie genre; enjoys reading the New York Times; top three movies are Lost in Translation, Life Is Beautiful, and 3-Iron, in no particular order; currently liberal, formerly apathetic; extra fascinations include physics, mathematics, Einstein, religion; quiet and observant with a pensive mien most of the time; enjoys street photography; hums songs to himself when he thinks no one's paying attention; likes to travel and to take in modern art; attentive...in virtually every area imaginable between two people; prefers the middle of the bed; formations and completions of his smiles are worth watching; and sometimes his forehead kisses are the most gratifying. And all the things I'm forgetting. 19 days (technically 9 days) only. All blurred together. It will all be okay, I say. As long as I'm not falling in love this fast.

It wasn't quite Christmas in July
But underneath the soft glow of white lights
There were miles between the corners of the room we sat in
Through which only light and sound waves dared to travel
Backs against the wall, honest faces forward
You looked at me kindly
But as if I were marrying him for all his money
Or perhaps robbing him only of his spirit and soul
It is not my intention -- I just enjoy his company
Not his misery, helplessness, frustration, or confusion
It is well past midnight, and your present to me is candidness
I'm not ready for the world, and neither is he, you say
We have not given ourselves time to grow, you say
It is the first time I haven't heard 
Congratulations 
What a feat 
Impressive 
Unbelievable 
At such an age
No...you are afraid for him and for me
And what may happen only a little while from now
I am floored, but now I understand
Why there is such distance between you and me
How you've put twenty years between our three
-- They enter the room and our truth game must end
As you hold her the way I would like to be held someday 
Congratulations 
What a feat 
Impressive 
Unbelievable 
At such an age
You are my new, permanent, unforgettable, first impression