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Sudden Love I turned the handle softly and pushed the door open. The aroma of coffee—the coffee smell of his body—permeated his dark dorm. Sensitive to the light, he struggled to rise from the loft bed. “Oh, Angela! I am feeling much better—” A sudden burst of coughing interrupted his words. “You are having a fever. Lie down!” I demanded. His head fell back to the pillow, producing a light puff sound. I groped my way through the room, rounding the mountains of books he built on the floor. I climbed up on the ladder, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Celery, tomato and chicken noodle,” I said, removing the soup cans from my purse. “I’m afraid that you will choke on the food I make, so I got you these microwave stuff.” He chuckled lightheartedly. I stole a quick glance at him and met his deep blue eyes. He flashed a crooked smile that brought a blush to my cheek. Two days ago, he spoke to me with a passionate voice unusual for his calm disposition. “People gossiped about our friendship. Even Chinese people said I have ‘yellow fever’!” His hands were shaking slightly. “But I am ready to fight for this, because I—” The soft touch of his lips on mine interrupted the harmony between us. But I was still unsure about my feelings. We had been friends for half a year, and I loved his company, reading books and playing the piano together. He told me about the looks people gave us while we walked together out of campus, but I neither noticed nor cared. What I cared about was his health. “Eat more and sleep more, OK?” I sighed. I wanted someone whose broadness that my tiny arms could barely encircle, and it seemed that there was not enough of him there. “Thank you, Angela.” He took my hand in his, interrupting my thoughts, and his knuckles rubbed my wrist. My stomach jerked. Please don’t mistake my intentions. I…I don’t know what I want yet, I protested silently, but I did not know how to disentangle my hand from his. Suddenly, the rain clouds retreated. Beams of sunlight projecting through his window illuminated the dancing dust motes. His blond hair rested limply on his forehead. His eyelids were closed, dreamily. His mouth crooked up in contentment. His pale skin shone in the sunlight. Though he seemed feeble and fragile, he was beautiful at that moment! Absorbed by the scene, I forgot to breathe. “I want to take care of you.” I whispered, clasping his hand.

Tonight, I went to downtown with Garrett and a bunch of Blair kids to see the opera La Boheme. Kathryn is so awesome as always. She just came back from Stanford for a Sino-US relations conference. I met Dr. Wang and his wife, with formal outfit...I felt they might tried a little bit too hard. The opera was great in general, except for the part that reminded me about Kelly and all the drama happened this month. I should not stab the monkey though, neither should I spread the world about what I did. Now he did not have any thing left for memoir. Stupid. This whole relationship is stupid. I felt a little bit upset about Jane. Guess she might just enjoy talking about juice. I was upset because she is one of my closest friends in Vanderbilt, but the habit of gossiping is too hard to give up. I could understand. Later we hanged out in the basement piano room in Tolman, of course with Garret and Cam. It was so nice playing/listening to Chopin, Debussy and Bach. Sitting side by side with Garrett, watching his hair, his face and his fingers, I would fall in love with him immediately...how I wish he was not gay...ah, such a pity. I love classical music! love it! Graceful, romantic. I could imagine I was running in the emerald forest, wearing white dress with hair flying in the wind, running. The leaves are covered by rain drops, rays of sun could barely penetrate the trees. Hearing the rain drops bouncing on the window, listening to Debussy...feel so good. Then Jason and David came. Surprising. Jason heard my voice :). I still like Jason a little bit, oh, his delicate facial features, such a art craft. He was surprised to see me playing classical music on piano. He did not know. I am happy that he knows about it now. Then Judy came, and we all went upstairs to Jason's room. He played fiddle for us. Funny face, scary a little. Good times. In a sudden, I forgot I was in a foreign country with people of different races. Not until David started to dance to the lyrics in a Jewish way, I remembered how much cultural difference we had here. But still, we are all the same. With the same happiness, same sadness, same longing, same hopes. We are all the same. Returned to my dorm, I felt a little bit sad about my changing relationship with people this year. I am closer to Tolman right now, and Jane/Chrys are not my best friends anymore. Mayfield place is such a mess. The bitch next to my door is still pissing me off...how I wish I could have selective amnesia and forgot everything happened from beginning, the very moment Kelly confessed to me. Good news is that summer is in one week. I could get refreshed. I still long for a new relationship, maybe I just need to wait for the right moment to come. Be patient.