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>tfw 100% basking in the warm Spring weather here at the globally renowned, Hogwarts-esque University of Oxford
>tfw after walking back from our picnic and punting expedition my previously hopefully soon-to-be and still potentially future Elite, privately educated (~£36,000 fees a year, excluding additional costs), genetically profound girlfriend and I sat on an ancient low stone wall in a small private garden and talked quietly as dusk approached
>RECAP: What did I consume during our picnic? Well I must say that my previously hopefully soon-to-be and still potentially future traditional, conservative (small and large c, frankly), future city slicker girlfriend is a fantastic cook, and in the non-mass produced, vintage wicker basket she brought along was a large tub of olives (with the pit intact), some crustless brown bread sandwiches (peanut butter, non-mainstream cheese, tomatoes (fresh off the vine), and more, a pack of non-proletarian biscuits (frankly melted in my mouth), two mousses, a selection of fruit (exotic, imported), two bottles of du vin (down the hatch old boy!), expensive non-proletarian crisps, and a single bakewell tart. Was it delicious? Bloody scrumptious more like!
>BACK TO SCENE
>tfw while sitting there talking I could sense that our previous attraction towards one another had been rekindled (if ever indeed it dwindled) and my instincts were frankly ablaze with the desire to embrace her
>tfw she told me she had indeed broken up with the guy I saw her walking with recently, who was, she said, "more of a close friend" anyway
>I was too much of a gentleman to ask whether or not she had been physically penetrated by said "friend", nor if they had kissed
>tfw I mentioned that I might take next year out and she assumed I was going to study abroad for a year or taking a year out to travel
>tfw when I in fact informed her that I was considering "chucking it all in" and dropping out of Oxford she immediately exclaimed "Oh no, you mustn't!"
>tfw upon that instant I felt warm, tender, soft, sensitive flesh upon mine fingers
>tfw I looked down at the ancient stone below us and saw her hand resting on mine, and looked up to see her eyes wide and pleading
>tfw I chuckled quietly and looked down, hanging my head and exhaling loudly
>tfw she slowly threaded her fingers through my own and we sat there silently, awaiting dusk, holding hands like too lost children protecting each other from their respective fears, the delicate scent of her non-mainstream perfume mixing with the scent of flowers and and our verdant surroundings
>tfw when night finally descended she shivered and made a brrr-like shivering noise
>tfw I removed my blazer and placed it around her shoulders, causing her to smile and clamp her trembling lips together as though to suppress sobbing aloud
>tfw I asked to walk her home and she said it was ok I didn't have to, but I imperiously and assertively trusted my sudden instinct to insist upon doing so, to which she relented, ho