To the Friends I Know I’ll Keep

I recently read a little article called ‘To the Friends I’m Scared to Lose’ . It reminisced about the memories of every high school squad, and it particularly struck a chord with my little group. As can be discerned from the title, it acknowledged how friends can drift away from each other after high school, and how it is kind of inevitable. Now, I’m not going to badmouth the writing of the piece (I myself teared up a bit because of it), and I’m not going to deny it outright, but I will offer a response. Here is my open letter to friends everywhere, and dedicated to my army (who has my back; whatever, wherever, whenever). Here’s to you, my friends for putting up with me for so long.

~*~

Remember where we used to sit at lunch? We’d complain about teachers, test results, and the sheer unfairness of the educational sys- What? Oh, no, not there, the other pla- oh, forget it. We had so many spots in school, we were basically the nomads of our year. But wherever we went, we acted like the bosses of that spot. As if no other kids were around. As if we were the coolest kids around. As if we were in our own little world. Wasn’t that the best feeling? Feeling like we could take on the world from our little spot? Just like dodge ball in PE, it was us against the world. (Literally.)

It’s almost Christmas now. I’m trying to plan what gifts to get you guys. Do you still like the things you used to in high school? I’ve seen your Instagram pictures, your Facebook statuses, your Snapchats. Some are surprising. Others, not so much. But I’m watching you change from afar.

Remember how we promised each other that we would keep in touch? It seemed to be an improbable, if not impossible task. But I just look through our squad conversations and realise that it wasn’t as bad as we thought. We may not see each other day to day, but there’s no lack of communication between us. I still smile when I remember that one time we figured out how to do a conference call.

I know I’m three hours away from you guys. I know it feels like more. But I ain’t out of the country yet! I know I won’t be able to join every squad meet-up. Does it feel different without me? Because it sure as heck feels weird not to be hanging out with you guys. Especially when I see you post group pictures. But hey, I know at least one of you is photoshop genius. Just photoshop me in and know that next time (whenever that may be) I’ll be there. One of these days.

It seemed like we’d all grow up and tackle the world together. We even made up an organisation that did a bit of everything so that’d we’d all work together. But it was a fanciful dream. I mean, where would we get the money to create such an organisation???? Anyway, I think things are turning out for the best; everywhere I look, you guys are excitedly telling me about your plans, your careers, your dreams. I recently watched one of my friends travel overseas on her own. I have another friend who’s completely changing her degree, after getting the experience of a lifetime. And then there’s that one friend who just finished work placement for her degree. I couldn’t be more happy or proud for all of you; ‘interesting’ experiences or not. Every day is an experience, whether it’s going overseas, going on work placement, or even just going to university or work. There’s always something to do, something to learn, someone new to meet. You never know what’s going to happen next, so always keep your mind open and your eyes peeled. And know that I am happy for you, proud of you and believe in you! Like I said to one of my best friends once, “We, your friends, will not be happy, unless you yourself are happy.”

Look, I’ll be honest with you. I get nervous before every squad get-together, before every little lunch or dinner we have, before I ever see any of my ‘old’ friends again. I don’t know why; it’s irrational, I suppose. But it’s there. I get that little voice in my head saying, “What if they’re different? What if we’ve changed?” Which is silly. Of course you’re different. Heck, I’m different. We grow, and we change. But then we see each other. We’re grinning now, as we run and tackle each other with a hug. Someone cracks a joke, and all of a sudden, we’re laughing, and it’s just like nothing’s changed. I live for those moments. I don’t mind who it’s with; whether it’s my high school friends or my primary school friends. There’s a delightful feeling that warms you up when that spark gets rekindled. And that’s why I know that you are the friends I’m keeping for life. Because even though we may not see each other for weeks, months, years even, that time always melts away when we see each other. So, to the friends I know I’ll keep: I can’t wait to see you all again.

 

‘Til the end of the line,

Y

 

 

{Song of the Post: One to make you cry for the post; ‘Portugal’ by Walk the Moon. And one to make you smile/because it’s Christmas; ‘Christmas with the Kangaroos’ by Coldplay, which was written 2 hours before their concert on the 14th December in Sydney (which I was absolutely blessed to be at). Warning: there is a swear word in Coldplay’s little Christmas carol (blame Chris).}

 

P.S. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to you all!! Thank you for hanging out and reading along! I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season, whatever you’re celebrating, and I’ll see you all next year!!! Stay safe, be happy, and enjoy!! 🙂

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