6/30

My friend (currently a class of 2023 in high school), is indeed part of the class of 2023. Me, I’m in the class of 2025, except in college. She’s going to be a part of the college class of 2027. It’s mind shattering, and frankly, disorienting to to think about.

I’ve always seen her as small, unknowing of the world around her, always happy and carefree. Growing up was perhaps not something I expected, although I might be underestimating myself. I did expect growing up, just had no idea how to, how I would go about it, etc. It happened by itself anyways.

I thought much less about her for the past few years…heck, it’s been a few years since I’ve even seen her in person.

Maybe the way I see her is the way my parents see me. Still young, somewhat innocent, a bit gullible and pure, mostly untainted by the world around her still. Sending me off to college must’ve been terrifying. I mean, seeing your one and only daughter go off across the country alone would be terrifying.

But I’m digressing, that’s just my take on things.

For now, maybe, I’ll just keep thinking of her that way, keep on holding her on a pedestal of sorts, until I get hit by reality and think otherwise. Or maybe until it’s too big to avoid. Maybe this is just me coping with my lack, or rather, the loss of. It happens slow, you don’t even realize it until you look back, and by then, it’s. too late to go back to the time of childhood innocence. Your time has passed, and the future awaits you.