We arrived back in Toronto in good spirits, singing, joking, smiles on or faces. All of us decided to make one final stop for a late night snack before heading home, as it was already midnight. We were the last to leave the car and the last to enter the restaurant. As such, the rest of the group had already filled the table, leaving empty spaces on opposite ends. I sat on one side, she on the other. The food had no taste. The conversation had no relevance. All I was thinking about was how much I wanted to be with her. We finished our snack and it was time to head home. Everyone in my car was dropped off. Everyone but her. She was the last to be driven home. We talked about how much we enjoyed the trip and how things were different here. Things were certainly different now. I was falling for her. I helped her unload her bags. We were both nervous as we said our final goodbyes. I wanted to give her a hug, but it seemed awkward now. "I had a great time," she said. So did I. So did I.
Filling up my car at the gas station, I realized that my digital camera was missing. I sent a text message to everyone that in my car earlier in the evening, asking if they had seen it. She replied that it was with her. She had forgotten to give it to me when I asked for the things she was carrying for me. We exchanged text messages joking about my predicament. She would be returning to London for school the very next day and I was already too far away to drive back to her place. Then she wrote, "I guess now you'll haaave to see me sometime again and soon!".
We kept in touch throughout the week. At one point I asked if she could use my camera to take some pictures of London for me, as I've never been. Instead, she told me to come to London myself so that we could take the pictures together. I smiled at the thought. So off to London I went, which was a 2 hour drive for me. Wanting to make a lasting impression, I planned a fun day in a city that I had never been to, in a city that she's never explored, in a city where she would become mine. Our first stop was Storybook Gardens, which was fitting because we often talk about how our relationship resembles that of a fairy tale. We explored, we talked, we enjoyed our first official date. Next, it was off to Victoria Park, where we strolled around and connected some more. We would later return to her place where we would spend the rest of the evening. She asked me to stay the night, as it was getting quite late, and she was worried about my alertness on the road. So I accepted.
We slept next to each other that night and when we awoke, we started talking about going to Nuit Blanche, among other things. One thing led to another and soon we began tickling each other. It became a contest. One that she had won. I let her know of that fact and then she would gaze into my eyes and ask, "So what's my prize?". I looked at her and the thought of "us" flashed through my head. So I leaned over, and then I kissed her. Later that weekend, I would ask if she was officially my girl. She looked into my eyes, smiled, and said, "Yes!". And that was the beginning...
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