Faded Silhouettes

So today it's official. Goodbye old class, I'll miss you. I'll miss absolutely everything, even JB and CH's nervous leg tic that makes me go mad.

I've started to notice things about people in my class that I hadn't seen before. For instance, JZ has a dirty sense of humor that makes his eyes twinkle; and he brushed back my hair this morning, or maybe I'm just imagining things. I remember that a lot of the girls used to have a crush on him. CG isn't annoying, she just says what's on her mind. CH is a sweetheart (I knew that already) and he's vulnerable just like the rest of us (that I didn't). He just shows it more now. LR is an insolent brat but she's my second half. I realize it now more than ever because I know we'll be apart from now on.
It's always like that, isn't it? As soon as something is liable to be lost to us, we treasure it more. We suddenly realize how precious it is and regret not having cherished it when we had the time and chance.
I did cherish every moment I had with my class. After all, I've spent most of my life up until now in school, with my classmates. They're a big and important part of my life.
One day I'll look back and think about all the things we went through, as insignificant as they may seem to us now, they all have an impact on who we are. That's why I love my class so much: the impact has been nothing but positive. I've never met or heard of a better class.

Sometimes I wish I could stop time. The picture stands still, the laughing faces don't fade, the happiness of the moment remains in our hearts. It's hopelessly poetic and probably incredibly daft to you, but it would be nice, wouldn't it? To, just for a brief moment, experience a lifetime of happiness. A brief moment that, for us, would last forever.

/P.