I was talking to my friend during lunch toast and he told me his biggest regret in his years it's that he didn't write every day since seventh grade. He's not a good writer. But he wants to remember. He wants to remember every tear. Every laugh. All of it.
I feel like this whole leaving thing isn't gonna hit me until it's August and I realize Lone Peak is starting a new year and I'm not there.
And then I'm moving to Washington. Everyone I knew. Miles away.
I don't know when it'll be the last time I see them.
I hope it causes you all pain that you won't ever be at high school again after this year.
Even if you're gonna become a teacher.
Even if you're going to visit.
Your heart should ache when you think about it never being the same, because that means you cared.
We will never be here again.
We are so young. And I feel like we're all to caught up in where we're going to appreciate what we have now.
Yes, it's a relief that's summer is coming. And the homework and tests are almost over. The stress will be gone.
But we never have the time to truly say goodbye to the families we forged here.
And those are more important than anything else.
aaaahhhh the nostalgia is so real
ReplyDeletegreat post, it really captures a lot of what we're going through as seniors, about to move on, looking back at all the things we didn't do
Your heart should ache when you think about it never being the same, because that means you cared.
ReplyDeleteSeriously it hit me yesterday. And this sentence makes it all ok for me.