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of all. “Oh my God Lily, I have to tell you something. I met that blond guy today. His name is Daniel.”
She was actually speechless for a moment. “Are you kidding? That’s amazing!”
“ I know. I got so tongue-tied that I couldn’t think straight,” I admitted. “At least, I know he lives in my neighborhood, so maybe I’ll see him again.”
Lily laughed and said, “If you don’t, you can always stalk 72nd Street.”
“Thanks, maybe I will.”
When I opened my eyes, it was ten o’clock. I couldn’t believe I slept so long.
After I ate some yogurt and strawberries, Amber and I headed out to the park. I knew Mom or Dad had already taken her out, but I hoped to bump into Daniel. I looked all around and even strolled by the Bowling Greens. With no success and feeling pathetic, I went home.
As I entered my building, my cell rang and it was Reed. I didn’t want to have the conversation in the lobby or the elevator, so I ignored the call. When I had called him, I was angry and brave, but now I didn’t know what to say.
After Daphne’s, not to mention Lily’s, dire predictions, I needed some more time. Maybe I could just hide out until he went to Canada and it would all blow over.
Tired of thinking about Reed, I went for a jog and as I entered the park on 79th Street, to go to the reservoir, I passed Daniel jogging out of the park. I stopped, but he didn’t notice me.
After my run, I showered and went to the library. Then, I hid in my bedroom for the rest of the day, read poems and tried not to think about Reed. I refused to look at Facebook, afraid of what people were saying.
L ord George Byron’s biography described a troubled and tortured soul, which I found very disturbing. Although he was a handsome man from a wealthy family, he had a clubfoot and an alcoholic mother. Due to sexual abuse by his nanny, he grew up to be a wanton adult and his contemporaries condemned him on moral grounds. He supposedly had an affair with his married half-sister and there were rumors of an incestuous relationship with his daughter. Because of the accusations, he left England to escape the scandal. By his own account, he had slept with about two hundred women in his time in Venice alone. Supposedly, women were always throwing themselves at him.
How pathetic! Was I just as crazy for obsessing over someone I didn’t know because he was good-looking?
Reviewing the required list, I read the next poem.
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Unrequited love seemed to be Byron’s inspiration for this poem and it made me think of my unexplainable and unexpected feelings for Daniel.
My bedroom door opened and Mom startled me.
“Hi, Honey. Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to call today .” She kissed my head.
“It’s fine,” I said, but it came out sounding pathetic.
Looking at me suspiciously, she sat down on the bed and asked , “Something wrong?”
I didn’t want to talk about it. There really was no point. “No,” I said sullenly.
As she got to the door, she stopped, “If you’d like to talk, I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Awhile later , I realized that I did want to talk to her, so I went downstairs and told her.
“You have talk to him , because the longer you wait, the worse it might be.”
“Yeah, I know. I just don’t want him to
She was actually speechless for a moment. “Are you kidding? That’s amazing!”
“ I know. I got so tongue-tied that I couldn’t think straight,” I admitted. “At least, I know he lives in my neighborhood, so maybe I’ll see him again.”
Lily laughed and said, “If you don’t, you can always stalk 72nd Street.”
“Thanks, maybe I will.”
When I opened my eyes, it was ten o’clock. I couldn’t believe I slept so long.
After I ate some yogurt and strawberries, Amber and I headed out to the park. I knew Mom or Dad had already taken her out, but I hoped to bump into Daniel. I looked all around and even strolled by the Bowling Greens. With no success and feeling pathetic, I went home.
As I entered my building, my cell rang and it was Reed. I didn’t want to have the conversation in the lobby or the elevator, so I ignored the call. When I had called him, I was angry and brave, but now I didn’t know what to say.
After Daphne’s, not to mention Lily’s, dire predictions, I needed some more time. Maybe I could just hide out until he went to Canada and it would all blow over.
Tired of thinking about Reed, I went for a jog and as I entered the park on 79th Street, to go to the reservoir, I passed Daniel jogging out of the park. I stopped, but he didn’t notice me.
After my run, I showered and went to the library. Then, I hid in my bedroom for the rest of the day, read poems and tried not to think about Reed. I refused to look at Facebook, afraid of what people were saying.
L ord George Byron’s biography described a troubled and tortured soul, which I found very disturbing. Although he was a handsome man from a wealthy family, he had a clubfoot and an alcoholic mother. Due to sexual abuse by his nanny, he grew up to be a wanton adult and his contemporaries condemned him on moral grounds. He supposedly had an affair with his married half-sister and there were rumors of an incestuous relationship with his daughter. Because of the accusations, he left England to escape the scandal. By his own account, he had slept with about two hundred women in his time in Venice alone. Supposedly, women were always throwing themselves at him.
How pathetic! Was I just as crazy for obsessing over someone I didn’t know because he was good-looking?
Reviewing the required list, I read the next poem.
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Unrequited love seemed to be Byron’s inspiration for this poem and it made me think of my unexplainable and unexpected feelings for Daniel.
My bedroom door opened and Mom startled me.
“Hi, Honey. Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to call today .” She kissed my head.
“It’s fine,” I said, but it came out sounding pathetic.
Looking at me suspiciously, she sat down on the bed and asked , “Something wrong?”
I didn’t want to talk about it. There really was no point. “No,” I said sullenly.
As she got to the door, she stopped, “If you’d like to talk, I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Awhile later , I realized that I did want to talk to her, so I went downstairs and told her.
“You have talk to him , because the longer you wait, the worse it might be.”
“Yeah, I know. I just don’t want him to
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