| | It is the graduation eve, yet I can feel the insecurity creeping back.
For the past few days, I have accepted ridiculous number of
invitations to graduates' dinners, as my feeble attempt to extend
what is bound to be taken away from me.
Saying goodbye has never been a pleasant experience to me, no matter how many times it presents me the perplexing dénouement. I have always wanted to avoid looking at the small picture that on Monday, May 29, we have already loosened our ties around each other, untied the bonds formed over the last few years.
Senior year ended in such hasty manner that makes me often wonder if I'm travelling in the speed of light. How much will I miss the beautiful court yard with crowds of people and the yellow ball, serene hallways without a pass in my hand, and you. In you I found the courage to be myself. Tomorrow will be the day that reminds me of the three years we spent together, and all the fond memories of ours.
I understand we are all old enough to overcome this kind of sentimentality, but please forgive me for loving the past. And I can almost promise you that I will move on one day toward the expectation of everyone including myself. And for right now, good night, and good luck.
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| | Posted 5/27/2006 8:22 PM - 29 Views - 12 eProps - 6 comments
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