As I typed the last words for my last essay, it hit me. This is your last essay !! I uttered this to my classmates. "Yes, it is, isn't it?", they answered. A cool chill came down our spines, we all saw each other surprised, as we never saw each other.
A vague feeling of nostalgia invaded us. Then...a voice was heard.. "This won't be the last time", said the voice. We were frozen, we did not know what to say or do. With the few air I had in my lungs I asked "what do you mean?". No answer was heard, we all looked at each other to ask if it was a dream or we were just too tired from all the work we were doing.
We finished our homework and left. "We'll see each other on Monday" said I. As I drove home I felt strange, those words still haunted me "This won't be the last time", as I entered my room and got ready for bed, it was all clear to me...
It won't be the last time I see your faces...for I have millions of memories embedded in my heart of all of you
It won't be the last time I talk to you...for you are always there reachable.
It won't be the last time I hug you...for there are thousands of moments I shared with you that I constantly embrace.
It won't be the last time I laugh with you...for there are millions of jokes and fun moments I lived with you
It won't be the last time I fight with you...for we will always think different and be different
It won't be the last time I cry with you...for every time you shed a tear my heart we'll be there crying with you and lifting you always up.
It won't be the last time I see you...for I know that the fork of life will cross my path with you...
Everything was so clear for me now, there was no feeling of sadness or abandonment, only a smile for my heart is full of joy, joy of having met you, having shared with you, having learned from you.
Will I know what becomes of us? Perhaps never but trust me on this: You'll always be on my prayers, my thoughts and on my heart for friends are kept in our memories, but friends like you are treasured in my heart
