After all the I miss you!'s and the Wow, you've changed!'s, after the awkward silence and hugs, things weren't so "different" anymore. Being less and less awkward, I actually felt like I fit in, like I never really left.
I caught up, for the most part, and some of the old gang got together to hang out...I was happy: it felt a lot like old times. The memories we shared, the things we did, the people I missed...they came back to me all over again.
During my absence, our time apart, I had expected the worst: being forgotten, having my friends let go and move on...But even so, I kept in touch, hoping a piece of each of them would stay with me. I was glad we picked up right where I left off, talking about the past and all that. We spent a while remember things, from way back in third grade, sixth grade...Smiling at good times.
Not only that, but we dove into the future. Making plans for a road trip when we turn 18, having fun in Europe at 21...Even as far as to fantasize our adulthood, all of us being neighbors living in big houses somewhere beautiful, working hard and making money, watching eachother's kid(s) grow up to become the best of friends (like we once were, still are, will always be...)! And all other things to do before we die.
In a way, me being apart has somewhat given our friendships stronger bonds...I mean, we're even talking about spending forever together!
Sometimes, it's just better to hold on (I'm totally contradicting my last article, right?). Especially if it's worth it. And for great friends, it always is.
From the Past,
From the Future,
From Forever,
-my.great.ESCAPE
(Picture credits to Photobucket.)
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MY.GREAT.ESCAPE.!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE UR WORK! THAT ARTICLE WAS REALLY DEEP! YOU SHOULD GET THAT PUBLISHED OR SOMETHIN! I SMILED THE WHOLE WAY THRU! KEEP UP THE OUTRAGEOUSLY AWESOME WORK!
~MELODY~
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