today, I felt like a high schooler once again.
went back to the place where the high school memories were the the most poignant. lingered in the mall we used to frequent, took the buses we used to queue in line for. met batch upon batch of fellow juniors, whose faces I tried to recognise, but failed. the same uniform, the same looks.
on the bus back home, I met a friend from the same school. we started a conversation and for the first few moments, I tried hard to figure out where to place her. high school? college? it was only after she mentioned the word dance did I realise that we were fellow dancers back in school.
but it was okay. because what mattered wasn't whether or not I could remember her name or how we met, but rather how we spent the time we had together. I found out more about her in the short 20 mins that I ever did while back in school. we said our goodbyes and as usual said our ," we'll talk more the next time". somehow, I'm not sure if there will be a next time. but I'm still glad for the chance encounter.
crossed the same bridge with the same idyllic view. and as I walked down the last flight of steps, this thought lingered in my mind and heart.
four years on, and we haven't changed much.
or have we?
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