Fading. I know that you can see things fading, but can you feel them fade? I walk around the hallways in the school campus. I trace the past's footsteps, each place holds a memory. There are times when I remember "Oh, this is where I did this, this is where that happened". Although I imagine it, it's like an incomplete thought, like something is missing,
I feel it fading.
I know I have five years of High School left, but I'll really miss this year. They say the best is yet to come, I can't imagine what adventures await for me in my high school life. I'll miss my friends greeting me "good morning" every morning as I enter the classroom every morning. I'll miss eating lunch at the red bench, I'll miss Thursdays with my best friend or playing the piano in the Music room. I'll miss my adviser's corny jokes, I'll miss my section's laughter. Even if they have given me several headaches, I'll miss them. Honestly, when I saw the class list before school started, I was terrified. I barely knew half the people on my list, most of them were transferees. Today, I consider these people my family. On the first day of school, I could only count on my fingers the amount of friends I had in my section. Now that the school year is almost over, my fingers and toes aren't enough to count the wonderful friends I've made.
As for you, you're leaving soon. We barely know each other, but at least I have the honor of calling you my friend.
Here's to side way glances in the hallway, to my friends elbow-ing me when you pass by, to the zoo of butterflies I get, to your silly dance, to me waking up every morning just wanting to see you, to the Arctic Monkeys, to those shy "hi's" and "hellos", to our "could have been" friendship if I just listened to my friends and had the courage to talk to you.
We only have our yesterdays to remember, no more tomorrows to spend together.
Here's to 3 days left.
Lamna.
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