Today at my school, I needed to ask for a corkboard to post some class information in my room, which brought me into contact with the man who runs the "workshop". As far as I can tell, he develops the fancy classroom paraphernalia, basically sets, and his workshop has random halves of dolls, a workbench, drafting materials etc. He had piercings in both ears, looped with small silver crescents. His red t-shirt hugged his small but muscled frame. His sincere and friendly smile, his short, buzzed hair, and his amazing job creating themed classrooms and set-pieces...
I miss Daniel so much. He was going to have such a cool life. I was so proud of him. Blueprints laced with lines and angles, directional insertion arrows, grids and measurements so entangled I could hardly pick one to follow from one end to the other, but Daniel could look at that and build a crow's nest, a table, anything. I would still brag about him if it didn't make people uncomfortable. I want him to be here with me, to see how amazing the computer lab is, dressed up like a starship, or all the sharks hanging from the ceiling in Cousteau, and the giant rooks and knights in the chess room, and the Colombian man who has his ideal job.
Another co-worker, all-American, laid back and irresistably wholesome looking, teaches, as of tomorrow, history to fifth graders. He tells me he falls in love three times a day here. His smile reminds me of Daniel, but more his laugh, which is quiet, if not silent, and the slight shake of his head at the absurdity of life and the plight of the people.
Daniel...You were the most quality person I ever knew. You were the only person whose intentions I trusted entirely. I trusted you with my life. With my happiness. With my undying devotion. With all my love. I miss you.