| Isn't so nice now that when its 4:30 in the afternoon, the sun is still shining brightly and the sun doesn't set till 6pm? It feels nice. Spring is just around the corner, and the spring forward is sooon, thanks to the newly revised daylight saving time. Today seemed like a huge weight was off my shoulders, my February has pretty much ended after a very vicious month of school midterms, assignments, interviews etc. I've had at least somethign due, or a test to write every single week since the second week of the term on top of trying to keep up with 7 courses. Been quite sucessful after getting some marks back. In 2 months, i'm done school finally, and I'll have my $40,000 piece of paper that's so coveted. So it was weird, after my midterm at UTSC which I bombed because I didn't study for and got home at liek 10pm the night before, went to UTM to do some work and buy my friend a metropass at the UTSU office. So many acryonums, aways, I was sitting in the library reading some notes and I looked up and saw someone from the past I haven't seen in 2 years, which was soo weird. I was stunned, shocked, and couldn't really move or say anything. Such a weird feeling, don't even know why. Not sure she saw me, but she stood there right infront of me, looked down to the floor below, fixed her boots and continued walking. Such a weird feeling. Stunned and shocked. My heart skipped a beat, which was also odd. Made me feel so emo...so I'm here to share a short story that I wrote 2 years ago when I went to HK. *** He had received an unexpected call earlier that afternoon, asking him to meet her at a petite restaurant in the North side of town. They had left in terms that one would consider not to be good. Nonetheless, he was happy to hear from her. Everyday he would sit in his usual black chair in his study, thinking about her. Thinking of the way she used to move so gracefully. Thinking of how beautiful she was and how she stood out from the rest of the girls. He missed the way she reacted when he playfully pointed out that there was something on her face, even when there wasn’t really anything there. She would get all uneasy and start to frantically rub her cute little face. Adorable he thought. When she couldn’t reach it, she’d start twitching, and he’d gently touch her angelic face and brush it off like a snowflake on a cedar tree. Reminiscing about his past had gotten him into a dreamlike state. Snapping awake from the angry horns of rush hour traffic, he had realized that if he did not hurry, he would be late. Scurrying along, he threw on his newly bought Kenneth Cole shirt, with his casual Friday jeans; masked himself with his Polo Black Cologne, and was on his way to meet the girl he had still not let out of his heart. Patiently awaiting her arrival, he gingerly played around with his complementary glass of water the waitress had just given him. Getting a little anxious from not knowing the meaning of the get together, he starting coming up with hypothetical scenarios of what would happen. Why was he there? Was she going to introduce him to her new boyfriend? Introduce him to one of her girlfriends? Return his belongings? Tell him about her hectic week? His mind was running wild! Preoccupied, he had failed to notice that she had just come through the door. Noticing a shadow above the table, he took a glance upwards and there she was, stunning as ever. She came in a knee length, white summer cotton dress with a light pink sleeveless tee. She was wearing these silver slip-on heels, which perfectly complemented her smooth, slim and sensationual figure. An outfit so simple, yet so classy, it was prefect. She sat down with a warm smile on her face behind the gentle glow of the candlelight. The flickering radiance of the room made created a tension that was almost unbearable. He was about to burst from his anxiety and curiosity. Finally she had mad the first move. She explained that the reason for them meeting was to talk about the good times they had together, and how she missed him. Shocked, his mind drew blanks. All this time, sitting and thinking about her, day and night, day and night, she had done the same as well! Two people so similar, yet so different were kept apart from the fatal flaws of communication and openness from their initial relationship. It had seemed that both had not learned a thing from their past. He had already thought that it was over. She had made it quite clear, at least to him that it was over. She on the other hand, she believed that he was ignoring her and was mad at her for all this time. Unexpectedly the waitress came walking through the overcrowded restaurant. The dim lights reflected off her face, revealed signs of fatigue, which was all in a days’ hard work. There was yet another surprise. In the waitress’s hands was a small Tiramisu cake she had baked to celebrate their birthdays! He had totally forgotten amidst the pandemonium going though his head earlier in the day. It seemed almost unreal. The two had birthdays one day apart, the June 19th, and June 20th, but 2 years apart. This was one of the first things he had asked her. “Let me guess when your birthday is?” trying to break the ice. “From your gorgeous white skin, I’d have to say December.” It was way off, but this lead them to grow closer together. The cake had arrived. A crumbly cookie based bottom, was topped with a heavenly vanilla and cheese filling, seasoned by a dark, mouth watering chocolate paste from Belgium. Doing what a courteous waitress should, she carefully and delicately sliced the cake into equal portions. However she accidentally in haste from the heavy demand of her services had pushed the delicious and symbolic treat onto the ground. Having their cool heads prevailing as usual, they sincerely accepted the waitress’s apologies, and she was on her way to continue her duties. Looking at the ruined cake on the ground, they smiled at each other, just like the way they had first met in their introductory Sociology class. He had joined the class late, to avoid a tough Econometrics course; he sat alone on the right side of the lecture hall. Needing notes and wanting to meet more people, he kept on seeing the same girl sitting at the same spot. The very first time he laid eyes on her, he thought she was gorgeous. Having almost no nerves to do anything, it was abnormal for him to do what he was about to do next. Quietly thinking to himself, he realized he had nothing to lose. He got up from his seat just before the lecture had begun, and sat in the empty seat beside her. Throughout the lecture, he did not pay attention at all. All he could think about was the way he could ask her for the notes in a way that would not seem disrespectful and aggressive. As the lecture was finishing up, he became very uneasy and started to sweat profusely. She had noticed this and was smirking and giggling to herself. He tried to keep his composure and tried to cool down by fanning himself, yet feeling more and more humiliated, he began to sweat even more. As the lecture ended it had seemed that he had just walked out of a sauna with his clothes on. About to run out as fast as he could, he gathered all his nerves and asked shakily, “Excuse me, I’m new in class would you mind if I borrow your notes from the first few lectures?” Expecting a big “NO”, astonishingly she had agreed, although reluctantly. He had guessed that it was an invite to sit beside her for the rest of the school year. After dinner she had explained that the cake was supposed to celebrate our birthdays, but as well a gesture to try to work things out again after things had gone so wrong. This was like music to hear ears, yet there was something about it bothered him, like a thorn in the side. On one hand he had dreamed of this day for a long time coming, yet, it seemed that the original separation was called for. Torn between his feelings that perhaps they were better off distant or if they weren’t even supposed to be apart in the first place, had put yet another burden on his mind. Being quieter than usual, she suspected that something was wrong. Strolling through the long, lazy meadow, with birds chirping in the fresh spring air, and squirrels chasing each other onto the thick trunks of the deciduous trees she asks, “What’s wrong?” out of the blue. “Aren’t you happy?” Unsure of how to answer the awkward question, the brief moment of silence was broken by her distress. “Ugh!” she screams, as she stumbles about to fall. She had twisted her ankle on a jagged rock. As his instincts took over his body, he quickly caught her delicate body and she fell directly into his arms. At that moment, with the sun beaming down on their skin, the sweet aroma of the lavender flowers in the air, and the warmth of her body, everything seemed once again to be in the right place. Carrying her in his arms, with her head resting on his chest, he lost his balance, stepping on a broken branch as she fell on top of him onto the relaxing green grass. With a slight breeze in the air, the grass grazed their skin as they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. Her soft supple lips looked even more attractive with the lip-gloss she had applied earlier. Everything seemed perfect. He knew now, he wanted to get back together and that moments like this don’t happen for a reason. As he leaned in to kiss her desirable lips… He jumped up in the warm humid air of his room with the fan blowing hot air back into his face, like it was almost teasing him. He had realized what had happened. It was all just a dream.
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