very long ago, when we were still young, when we thought the world revolved around us, when we had no cares in this world, i thought that our time together was forever. that nothing would ever pull us away from being the bestest of friends.
then we all had to grow up.
slowly, but surely, we stopped seeing each other every other day. stopped our amazing holidays to other countries together. stopped these, and starting meeting new people, seeing new things, experiencing fresh enjoyments. and, i suppose, that is growing up.
bittersweet memories of how we used to fight, give silent treatment, and then make up again.
of how we used to play like a bunch of hooligans.
of how we used to tell everyone we were siblings.
of how we would exchange secrets, and dream together of the future.
and now, we've gone our separate ways. friends still, just apart for a while. growing up? maybe, but i've yet to get used to it.
sometimes these memories, carefully stowed safely at the back of my mind, slip out and make me long for times long past. and when i breathe in the fresh and cool night air, the memories of long ago, pleasant and soothing, haunt me, evoking a sense of loneliness for that time. and sometimes, i wish we could just escape back in time, and be who we were.
the world kinda gets complicated once you're older, doesn't it? more cares, more responsibilities, more duties to fulfill.
and i just want to freeze that moment, back in time, and remember everything. i've learnt to treasure those memories, every single one.
“Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.”
- Ally Condie, Matched -
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