I can't remember the last day of school. Well, I can remember it, but it didn't register as a last day. It was just a normal day, only with people commenting at odd moments, "This is the last FMT." "This is the last presentation." "This is the last 6P." It didn't really connect, you know? And then when I left the class, people didn't say goodbye, they said "See you on Sunday."
Sunday, right. The day of the Graduation High Tea. We took lots of photographs and binged on the frankly average food and took every opportunity to cheer or applaud. And at the end of it all they said, "See you next Monday."
Monday is the day we fly off to the unknown.
Never back, always forward. There are no goodbyes, only an optimistic au revoir. Because we will meet again, and until then, we move in the only direction we can.
But we can't help glancing back from time to time.
(With thanks to Tern Poh for the link.)
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