i want to go back to those times, i want to go back to the good old times, where school rules were of utmost importance, where rebels were secretly worshipped under the disapproving glances, where we loved hating our teachers and breaking their hearts.

i want to go back and watch rebels talk back to their elders, break school property and run away from school. i want to go back and watch girls file their nails in class, i want to go back and watch boys wrestle during break, i want to go back, i want to just go back... even if it hurts. because it's a good hurt.

i miss the sunrises on the way to school, i miss the blazing sun when we run out for lunch breaks, i miss the sunsets that accompany us while we lug our heavy bagpacks home. i miss the corridors we used to walk down, i miss the washrooms we used to hang out during lessons, i miss the canteens we used to eat in. i miss all that we thought we hated, and it's a wonder how love can blossom in such a place, under such circumstance.

because graduation is the same as parting isn't it? all these hallways, tables, chairs and classrooms will now belong to someone else. time'd still go on, but for us, the memories and love we shared will remain forever.