It's been a long week this week, hanging out with various people and just having fun. I am near the end of my journey in NYP already and suddenly, everything seems so surreal to me. Time seems to pass slower when I talk to each and every one of my friends, their features, their actions, the way they talk- I find them endearing. Even though we might not have been the most bonded class, although we might be jinx and losing things all the time, although we get frustrated at each other, it's been a long way. For three years we had went through everything together: the shit, shittier and shittiest.
I cannot imagine a day where I can't see all their faces, we might not talk and have fun together, but having their presence around is something that I am really used to having. We will be going separate ways after this and I don't know if we will ever be together again. Goodbyes are really hard to say and I wish that I will not have to say goodbyes.
When have I grown so attached to this dysfunctional class? So unique and we're THE troublemakers among all the cohort. I really hope that life treats us all well and someday, when we see each other, we will tell each other how wonderful and fulfilling our lives have been and we don't feel regret, neither will we forget the times we spent together. May we all be blessed.
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