I decided that Sussex is a beautiful place to be in love. It's so damn picturesque here. Right now, with the fall leaves dotting the green grass that consumes most of campus and with benches everywhere and spots under the trees... it's every novel ever written and it's amazing. And on days like today, where it's still chilly enough to cuddle and be close to someone, but the sun keeps peeking out and reminding you that it's not quite winter yet. It screams romance. And to be there. To be here.... wow.
I could think of a million dates just on this campus... and if not dates, places to go; places to be together. Days like today make me sooo envious, but also soo hopeful. Could you imagine being in love here? Having someone to be in your book with you? To share those moments... up in the Downs mocking the cows... sitting on that bench under the trees, watching the leaves fall and the students hustle to and from class... grabbing coffee... walking through the woods... going to the beach for an afternoon on the rocks... watching the sun set and turning into an ice cube. But it would be okay because there would be someone there to hold you and to warm you... and if not physically, then in your heart. They would warm your heart. And you would be the cliché. For once, you would be the lucky one who had the right person in the right place to be the cliché; to be THE moment... to be the envied.
Yes. Sussex would be a great place to be in love.
And a horrible place to be heartbroken and/or lonely.
Or even worse- to have been in love here and now to not be... to see all the places that I, who have never been in love anywhere, let alone here, am moved by, but to have the memories that go along with my fantasies... that would be hell.
It's a double-edged sword... but too beautiful to leave you feeling pessimistic.
Optimism hits you out of nowhere... like a chance appearance by the sun.
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