I am right now throwing petals around because high school just finally ended. Yes, finally.
There's no denying that high school is hell. Waking up so early is hell. Dealing with strict teachers is hell. Homework is hell. German class is hell. Math is hell. Friends are hell.
But there's also no denying that high is the best 3 years of our life. We spent 3 years learning things. We spent 3 years making friends and getting to know each other. We spent 3 years laughing and joking around together. We spent 3 years making fun of people we don't like. We spent 3 years crushing on our seniors and our own friends. We spent 3 years wishing we were somewhere else. We spent 3 years finding our own self and finding out what is real and what is not. We spent 3 years wearing school uniforms. We spent 3 years loving and hating someone secretly. We spent 3 years trying to find happiness. We spent 3 years dealing with heartbreaks and sadness. We spent 3 years making memories. And we spent 3 years together.
I thought I'd be happy to leave high school, but now, I don't think so. I do not want to leave high school. I do not want to leave all my friends behind. I do not want to come back here one day just to find out that everything and everyone is gone. I do not want to come back here only to find out that all my friends are already gone.
And I'm afraid that one day, I'm going to forget my friends' faces, that I'm going to forget their voices. I'm afraid that one day I'll go shopping with my husband and I accidentally meet my old friend at the mall but we don't recognize each other. How sad is that?
I've spent 3 years of my life with them only to have them erased from my memory someday.
If I could, I would want to keep every memory in high school forever. But forever is such a long time. Forever is not meant to last. Forever isn't even enough.
I do not want things to change. But change is the only constant thing in life and its inevitable.
