Hurts To Think Of Goodbyes
Today, while I am writing this, I am in my third year. More like towards the end of third year. Not much time until I graduate. I will have to say goodbye to this college life of mine. I will have to say farewell to these wonderful clubs who found me capable enough to make me part of them. I will have to say farewell to my friends and underclassmen. I will probably have to go separate ways from my friends. I will have to turn my hectic schedules into mere figments of memories. I will have to hit the like button on an instagram post for some event these amazing people will be hosting and will have to think to myself, “I wish I could participate too” or “Why didn’t this happen while I was still there?!”. I will have to look back in time and laugh at the childish mistakes I made, the jokes I didn’t laugh at, the meetings I missed, the events I didn’t join. I will have to open my whatsapp and see a message notification asking for acknowledging a task given in the club. I will have to hover my thumb on some random emoji and bite my lip because I would be too tempted to acknowledge that message. I will have to think so much once I leave college. I will have to put so many restraints on myself. I will have to grow up a little more. Again.