We were all supposed to be in Hong Kong for university in completely different schools, with a promise which held that we'd meet up at least once a week for dinner. But life is life and that didn't happen. Now we're in 3 different countries, in 3 different schools, leading 3 different lives.
The beginning was tough. You meet all these people. You'd like to talk to them but you don't know what to say. You can't tell if they're going to be nice, a total bitch or your next best friend. You're so used to already having friends you grew up with that being thrown in such a situation becomes so unusual not to mention surreal. Lunch gets a little complicated. You skip meals because you don't want to be caught eating alone. It gets better though. You meet more people, join more activities and get busier. You do live, you do love, you do laugh.
But it isn't the same.
The peals of laughter we erupt into. The lunch time gossips. The sleepovers. The mad, hardcore studying we do for Biology. The hate messages the IBO sends in the form of IAs. The feasting. The dancing through corridors because seniors know they own the school. The sitting around in the college counsellors office just for hour-long chats. The moping around school because anything is better than getting back to more math. The mindless singing of pointless and never-should-have-been-created songs. The tone deaf singing of the most amazing songs ever. The shopping trips. The catching up of TV shows during classes. Learning the art of bull. The joy. The crying. The graduating. The comfort. Knowing you have each other and that all is bound to get better regardless.
I miss you guys a whole ton. I miss our incredibly dumb moments and the way we laugh. It's a far cry from a mermaid's singing or dolphin calls. Closer to a mixture of a stampede of rhinos and some cackling.
To me, however, it's the heartiest laughter.
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