malapit na..

    Goodbye’s are so darn hard for me.. Especially this time.. To think that i spent more than half of me life in that school. Me and my classmates never really got used to new environments because we always kept coming back next year.. But this time, there will be no next year. The thought dawned on me and it was painful. I’m scared because i’m going somewhere where i feel i’m different.. It won’t give me the same feeling i have when i’m at ICAM. I feel home. I feel its alright when people see you with uneven powder on my face.You know every person you come face to face with, even when it’s just a walk to the bookstore. It’s where you feel that it’s alright when people laugh at me and it’s okay to laugh with them. It’s where you feel you can lie down on the dusty floor and still feel like it’s you bed. It’s where you feel it’s alright to remove your shoes and run around like mad trying to tag other people. It’s where where you feel it’s alright to knock on your teachers window where she’ll open up and all you have to say was “hello”.  It’s where you feel that it’s alright to bring loads of food because you’ll be sharing them with your classmates- sisters.. It’s where you feel it’s alright to stay in calssrooms other than yours. It’s where i feel that i’m with my family, a really big and happy family.

    But, in reality, you have to leave that family. And when you come back, the feeling won’t be the same. It may still be warm but everything will be different, not the same way you felt ten years ago.

    And there’s nothing i can do, but to move forward.