Summers and winters were beautiful. Because together we all wore grey or blue or red sweaters or blazers and together we wore just plain uniforms.
We are used to with this time, used to with this new future, used to with distance friendships. But these college or/and school memories is that breeze that climbs at your face when it rains, is that smile that comes to your face when you are really truly happy, is that truth that tells you how things were before and how you lived.
Walking on that lane is painful. But lively. Or maybe lovely. That really chatter person who wants to say a story as soon as they enter the van or bus, that person who didn’t even know what he or she kept on blurting but still knew whether he or she was heard or not, that really special songs that went on in the hearts even though the lips were zipped, that rebukes someone had to take for someone else, the desire to see the terrace of the college or school, the cries that stopped with a soothing hand or, ‘it’s okay’. Somehow we want to meet them once. Be it a school or college or a random lost friend.
Because they knew that when your eyes will stop talking, their lips will speak up to complete the situation. Because they knew when to stand and when to let go. Because they knew that every, every board activity will get worse each time because they were quiet when we wanted them to and listened even when they didn’t want to.
I will hold their hands again. Laugh the same laugh. Tear the same number. And love the same way. Even though time has revolved hell. Dear friend, we aren’t lost right?