"We’ve outgrown uniforms, not memories.
Then and now — two different versions of us,
but the same story of friendship stitched through both.”
There was a time when we couldn’t imagine a day without each other.
We shared the same classrooms, stood in the same assembly lines, laughed in the same locker rooms, and celebrated over the same exam results.
Our world was small — it began with the first bell and ended when the final one rang.
Then…
We passed notes when teachers weren’t looking.
We fought over house points, but always stood united as true Christonians.
We waited eagerly for interval just to sit together in our favorite corner.
We shared snacks, secrets, silly jokes, and dreams.
We promised we’d always stay in touch — that nothing, not time or distance, would ever change us.
"Now, years later, the same hands return, holding tighter than before."
Now…
Some of us are in universities, chasing new dreams in new cities.
Some have moved abroad, starting fresh with unfamiliar streets and faces.
Some are already working — buried in responsibilities we never imagined as kids.
And some… we’ve simply lost touch with — not through a fight, not by choice — but slowly, quietly, and without even realizing when it happened.
It’s strange how the people who once knew every little detail about me —
my handwriting, my mood swings, my favorite snack, my strengths and my weaknesses —
can now become names I no longer hear, or numbers I don’t call anymore.
Not because the love faded.
But because growing up sometimes means growing apart.
Yet…
Every now and then, a memory comes uninvited —
A photo. A random smell. A song.
And suddenly, I’m back in that classroom again,
laughing over absolutely nothing, as if no time has passed.
If you’re reading this and you were a part of those unforgettable school years —
I still remember you.
I still carry your stories.
And I still hope you’re doing well, wherever life has taken you.
Because no matter how far we go,
a part of us will always belong to those hallways,
that lunch table,
that laughter,
and that friendship.
We may not talk every day anymore…
But in the story of my life,
your name still lives in the best chapters.
“From polished black shoes to worn-out sneakers —
our paths have changed, but we’re still walking side by side."
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