You’re a fickle lover.
Oh, Columbia, you have so much potential for love. Your glittering tree-lined College Walk is reminiscent of the Champs Élysées at night, and your nooks in Butler ooze cozy romanticism.
As you bathe College Walk in a faint yellow light, you make our treks home from Campo feel slightly more magical than they are.
Columbia, we thank you for making us feel romantic and infatuated. But your love is fickle, and we’re none the wiser.
