Recently, I've found a new study spot that's comfy, sophisticated, but still a place that could keep me focused when I needed to be: I found all these qualities in the York University Scott Library.
I went to the library this morning (which means I skipped class), and met up with Ethan (my high school best friend). We had lunch at Aroma (I ordered the grilled chicken breast sandwich which was AMAZING). After lunch, we walked around, caught up with the latest news in our lives, and then took our own bus routes home.
When I got to my car, I had the slightest instinct to drive somewhere - to the coffee shop, to the supermarket, to the mall, to a friend's house. Except, before I even drove out of the train station parking lot, I already knew that I would be driving to my usual place: Centennial College.
I have spent the last couple weeks thinking about Liam, and where we could've been (relationship-wise) if I hadn't given him the cold-shoulder last time. I do regret it, of course I regret it, because he is the love of my life, whether I want to admit that or not.
So I kept driving and driving, until I got to his campus, and just as I was about to turn into the campus roadway, a line of students were in a strike against the college. They prevented any passerbys or drivers to pass without harming them in the process. I had no choice but to leave, but I knew that if I had told him back then that I would find my way to his campus for dates, sleepovers, or hangouts, things would be different.
If I had told him that I could drive all the way down because it wasn't that far, that I was willing to go the distance for nobody else except him.
I don't know what I was expecting when I drove to his campus. All I knew was that if I could catch a glimpse of him smiling, or casually "bump" into him and strike up some conversation, maybe he'd give me the chance to say what's been on my mind.
I went to the library this morning (which means I skipped class), and met up with Ethan (my high school best friend). We had lunch at Aroma (I ordered the grilled chicken breast sandwich which was AMAZING). After lunch, we walked around, caught up with the latest news in our lives, and then took our own bus routes home.
When I got to my car, I had the slightest instinct to drive somewhere - to the coffee shop, to the supermarket, to the mall, to a friend's house. Except, before I even drove out of the train station parking lot, I already knew that I would be driving to my usual place: Centennial College.
I have spent the last couple weeks thinking about Liam, and where we could've been (relationship-wise) if I hadn't given him the cold-shoulder last time. I do regret it, of course I regret it, because he is the love of my life, whether I want to admit that or not.
So I kept driving and driving, until I got to his campus, and just as I was about to turn into the campus roadway, a line of students were in a strike against the college. They prevented any passerbys or drivers to pass without harming them in the process. I had no choice but to leave, but I knew that if I had told him back then that I would find my way to his campus for dates, sleepovers, or hangouts, things would be different.
If I had told him that I could drive all the way down because it wasn't that far, that I was willing to go the distance for nobody else except him.
I don't know what I was expecting when I drove to his campus. All I knew was that if I could catch a glimpse of him smiling, or casually "bump" into him and strike up some conversation, maybe he'd give me the chance to say what's been on my mind.