Smell of printer ink, books and muffeled voices . . . Hey! Must be a library! Bugger, rather be home than sitting here doing shit all . . . Here's the thing right, I miss you, while I'm at campus . . . What's going to happen when you're in varsity. It's been bugging me lately, I don't regret us, I would never but seriously I can't go through the loss again knowing full well that you may leave, what are the chances that long distance will work or that we'll end up in the same region. What do I do now knowing that I could possible Love You more than any one or anything and yet still be expected to let you go more than any one or anything? Am I just setting myself up for that stabbing feeling?