While I live, I hope.
I think it’s weird how awkward it is to say the first hello, yet so heart shattering to say the last goodbye. Maybe it’s because of the memories we’ve made that made things between us so comfortable, you’d get used to it and take it for granted. But it’s just not sensible to be sad about the day where we will leave every single day. Maybe it’s the sense of attachment you’ve grown, maybe it’s the sense of belonging that you feel. The sense of home, the sense of security and serenity you find within the circles of the class. Your second home, your shelter. That place you can be really comfortable with.
I don’t really have much to say (refer to last blog post) so I shall dedicate a song to all my classmates.
Actually it’s a Christian song so please take away all the ” Father ” ” God ” and yeah basically everything that’s immortal and the rest are for you.
When the oceans rise and thunders roar, I will soar with you above the storm.
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