If I could go back in time — just for a moment — I wouldn’t change anything. I’d simply whisper something to those who shared the most innocent, unforgettable years of my life.
To the friend who shared my lunch even when I forgot mine…
I’d tell you I still remember your kindness, and how safe it felt to be cared for without asking.
To the one who made me laugh when I wanted to cry…
I’d tell you that your jokes were more powerful than you knew — they were my light on heavy days.
To the quiet one who sat next to me in silence…
I’d say thank you. Sometimes your silence meant more than a thousand words.
To the friend who corrected my homework before the bell rang…
You were my hero in small ways that mattered big.
To the one I fought with and made up with a hundred times…
I’d tell you how those silly arguments taught me the value of forgiveness.
To the one I lost touch with, without meaning to…
I wish I could tell you how often you come to my mind, how memories of you still live quietly in my heart.
If I could go back in time, I’d say something I probably didn’t say enough back then —
Thank you for being there for me.
Thank you for helping me become who I am today.
And I’d tell you this: Life is not as easy as we thought it would be.
One of my friends once said during her farewell speech:
"Life will go in different paths. It won’t be like earlier — it will be hard. Even though we won’t talk every day anymore, even though we won’t meet as often, a part of us will always long to come back to this classroom. We can come, but it won’t be the same. Some unknown faces will sit in these chairs instead of our favorite ones. Some unknown faces will play in the playground, laugh in the locker rooms, pray in the school chapel. And that’s just how it is."
And she was right.
When I visit our school now, every corner carries a thousand memories.
The corridors echo with laughter only I can hear.
The staircases feel quieter, but I still remember whose footsteps once echoed there.
The chapel stands still, but in my heart, our whispered prayers still linger.
Now, when I face struggles or feel alone — I remember how you were there for me.
Your support. Your hugs. Your help. Your friendship.
Even today, when I doubt something as simple as what dress to buy — I still turn to my school besties.
Because our good morning hugs have turned into good morning texts.
Our "See you tomorrow!" has become "Hope to see you soon."
And our "Are you coming to school tomorrow?" has become "When are you coming back to Sri Lanka?"
So much has changed. But my gratitude hasn’t.
You were my light when I was surrounded by darkness.
And even now, you are a part of every chapter I continue to write.
If I could go back in time, I wouldn’t try to fix anything.
I’d just hold on to you a little tighter before life pulled us all apart.
And if you’re reading this…
I still remember you.
I still carry your stories.
And I still hope you’re doing well — wherever you are.
Because real friendship never fades.
It simply finds a quieter, deeper place to stay forever.🫶💗
As I come to the end of this reflective journey, I want to extend my deepest gratitude to everyone who took the time to walk through my memories with me. This blog was not just a personal recollection of school days, but a meaningful part of my university assignment — one that allowed me to look back, reconnect, and realize how deeply those early friendships and experiences shaped the person I am today.
In writing these posts, I didn’t just revisit classrooms, corridors, and locker rooms — I rediscovered the laughter, the comfort, and the lessons that school life gave me. Through every photo and every paragraph, I was able to relive the joy, the innocence, and even the bittersweet changes that come with growing up.
Though this assignment may now come to a close, the feelings it stirred in me will remain. This is more than a submission — it’s a farewell to a chapter of life that still echoes in my heart.
To all who’ve been part of this journey — thank you.💗
And to my school friends, wherever you are today:
I still carry your stories with me.
Always.
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