Its a cloudy day today, gloomy with the clashing of thunder in the background. The raindrops have yet to fall but I’m sitting in this cafe, cozy and unsurprisingly sleepy. My books are sprawled in front of me but I can barely even concentrate on a single word much less have these formulas and calculations drilled into my head.

The atmosphere is perfect for a cuddle or a nice quiet book read with french jazz playing softly from the hidden speakers in this romantically lit little gem that has become much of a favourite to me. Yet every afternoon spent here is a sad reminder of my dwindling grades and uninterested mind.

I miss the open air and warm sunshine. Its getting cold here. Much too cold for me.

I remember sitting in my car one evening where the sun shone golden rays that felt absolutely wonderful against my pale fair skin. And on my right, a sight tempted me so much as memories of my childhood came flooding in.

It was the park. It was the perfect weather. I longed to sit on the swings and feel the warm air ruffle my hair or just sit still and stare at the passing day. It was a sight so tempting, yet unreachable at that time. I felt my heart pulse with desire and break with painful disappointment.

Today sitting here in a place I normally felt at peace in, I am torn with a loneliness and a longing to be somewhere else. Somewhere like that park on a warm sunny day or under the sheets on that white bed wrapped in the warmth that is you.

I miss you.

And I miss my days where I didn’t have to give in to societies norms or expectations and obligations of a reluctant student’s life.