For those who don't know, I'm currently on holiday. This one was certainly nowhere near as epic as the previous one, but I'm thankful for the time I have to finally sit down, just not having to think or do anything.
Then it hit me.
A year ago, I thought I could do this.
This meaning, staying close to the people I've grown to love in high school.
The boy that lives a few rows away, the one whom I've spent countless nights on the PS3 with and touring pasar malams, is now in Melaka to further his studies.
Yesterday was the first time seeing a close friend of mine in months, we were so close that we could pull off the couple look and teachers would fall for that.
Another neighbourhood friend of mine will be shifting to another suburb by the end of this month.
I've yet to have a meal with another dear friend of mine for months, considering the fact that we've eaten most of our breaks and lunches together for years.
These are just a few stories of what has happened. What's to come is another mystery altogether.
I used to be able to watch the change that happens to these people. Now, I'd have to hear the change in third person view or resort to stalk their lives on Facebook.
As ignorant as I might seem on the outside, I do miss them. And saying those three words matter a lot to me, I'm not one who admits feelings publicly.
Nobody said being eighteen was easy. You'd have to watch your friends slip away one by one. And I cannot imagine what will happen in the next few years.
This is reason #857 on why I'd hate to grow up.
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