It felt like it was just yesterday when I first stepped into this school with a fluttering heart. And now, it's already my last year here.
The Spring air coolly brushed against my face as I walked towards my new and last classroom. And it felt really good.
I've never been one to think of very sentimental things. I try to avoid it as much as I can. But for some reason, I was feeling extra sentimental today.
When I first came to this school, it never occured to me that my high school life would be this colorful. The only thought that I had back then was to quietly and peacefully get through high school then university so that I could finally pursue what I wanted to do.
Falling in love nor briefly having a taste of my dream never crossed my mind. Not even once.
Getting tangled up with someone else's life was never part of the equation. I was used to pushing people away but I ended up getting deeply involved with the person that I least expected to have anything to do with me.
