On Tuesday there were only five days left before she would go back her country. I knew I didn't have many days left, and I sent a message to her "What do you do?",
"I came to polo park," she answered.
"I see. Did you enjoy it?" I replied.
"Yeah, sure. Is there something to tell me?" She asked.
She sent me a significant question, but I did not panic.
"Umm... maybe... I want to go drinking before you go back," I continued to type, "I'm curious about you have any plans tomorrow or after tomorrow in the afternoon."
"I don't have any plans," her answered.
So we made a plan on Thursday in the afternoon. I don't have any good ideas to visit more. I had ever heard that there was the place where makes a coin named Royal Canadian Mint. So I planned to go there.
Next day, she was busy on doing last homework to make a video introducing one of our anecdotes in our life. I had already finished it, so I went out at The forks and looked for some gifts for her. I remembered that sometimes she couldn't sleep well and she would wake up at midnight, so I bought a Lavender Perfume Candle. And the other one of what I was thinking was a letter. I hadn't shown my candor to her yet, and I wanted to write my mind forward to her honestly. I wrote what I had thought about her, and in the middle of the pages I wrote like this, "I thought I would like you. And perhaps, I miswrite Love to Like," and I put them into my backpacks carefully.
After the class finished we met on Thursday. Before that I met a group of my friends in front of her classroom and one of them asked me what I would do next. I spoke ambiguously to them and just answered I would go somewhere. My friend had a suspicious look, but soon after that they went to hang out with themselves. After a while she came out of the class. She asked me where we would go and I said nothing. I asked her in reverse what she would like to do. But she said she had no idea and just she followed me. Actually I also knew that this question was not worthwhile, so I took her to go there without any explanation and went to take the bus.
On the bus we talked about this and that. As soon as something occurred in my mind I told her I was curious about what "like you" and "interested in you" meant that she told me before. Her answer was those sentences had meanings as they were. And I thought it was the problem of language coming from translation. Because we were not native speakers when we translated some words to English they were not delivered as untouched. I was confused about it still.
When we arrived at Royal Canadian Mint, we said here seemed like countryside in the same way. There were nothing near there, but only a wide field. The wind blew a lot and it was chilly. After we got off the bus I grabbed her hand until we entered the building. Before, I held her hand many times, but it was not as long as this time. I was confused that we could hold each other's hand even if we were not a couple, but I didn't want to think more about it and I was just thankful to feel her body's temperature by skin. We looked around inside of the building and we also took many photos together.
After that on our way back to school I took her on wrong bus, but the bus driver helped us to let us know which number we would change to after. I was sorry to take the wrong bus, but she said she liked this situation because she had never taken the bus for a long time like this. To encourage me, she said I needed to face the situation positively. I understood what she said, and I decided to enjoy it.
After we came back to school, I took her without any explanation to one restaurant. While I was taking her, I asked if she remembered that we went across the bridge when we visited the St. Boniface Cathedral, and She said yes. I asked again she remembered there was a French restaurant on the bridge, but She didn't know that. I spoke cynically to her about how she could forget that and when we reached the restaurant I took her inside. The name of That restaurant was Mon Ami Louis and it is popular in Winnipeg. Actually it might not usually be open in winter, but in that week they held The Festival du voyageur in Winnipeg city and it was open only during this week. When I passed through this restaurant previously she said she would like to eat dinner in here if she had a chance next time. I remembered that and fortunately I made a chance. We ordered the Bison Meat and Duck meat pie. They tasted very delicious and she was satisfied with dinner and the night view of the Red River.
We moved to the bar after eating dinner. Like the other time we tried to drink different kinds of beer. As if nothing I prepared I just talked with her, and late at night I made a serious atmosphere. I asked her seriously what she thought about me. But her answer was not satisfactory enough to make me glad. As I thought I was nothing to her and I decided to give up getting her mind. I gave her my gifts, and I told her please read after going back her country. I felt really sad that I couldn't profess my love to her. I was satisfied that my profession would be delivered by my notebook.
I sent her back home and past twelve o'clock I also arrived at my home. I sent her a message to check that she got into her home well, but her reply didn't come for a long time. I was worried about her and for a while I waited for her reply, but I went to bed because I was so tired. When I got up early in the next morning her reply had already come, and her reply was,
"I watched and read the book that you gave me. Just I wanna say, I told you everything that is true. And also I have same feeling as you. Anyway just I wanted to say it, so don't care about that."