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Letting Go Seems to be the Hardest thing to do

I've been back at school for 2 weeks now and yes I indeed miss my old classmates, I miss how secure I felt when I was with them, I miss how we all got along, I miss spending time with them and I miss everything and anything that I did with them.

10 months, now thats a long time to spend with a certain group of people, for me those ten months seemed to be a lifetime, a bond was indeed created and it really felt like a true family.

Right now, I seem to be in a very unusual territory, it feels as though I'm in a whole other world, I miss the familiarity of my old classmates and old friends, to you it may seem foolish, they were just classmates, why not move on, well to me they are just so much more they're my brothers and my sisters and we had a mom.

It pains me to think that we will never share those moments again its a new year after all, and maybe they have moved on, but I surely haven't. I miss being their Prime Minister, I miss the times that we enjoyed together, It has been a year since I fist met all of them , it seems to me as though it has been an eternity.

I loved every moment spent with them, maybe I'm just being emotional, maybe I'm being overly dramatic but one thing is for sure, in my heart I love each one of them and in my heart all those memories will stay forever.

It has been pretty tough trying to fit in all over again, I missed the familiarity of old faces, the old times wherein I exactly knew where I fit in, but anyways thats the past and I can't just miss them all my life granted they will forever stay in my heart but at some point I will have to move on but maybe not just now, it may take me a few days to a few months but who knows, wherever life will take me I am so glad that they became a part of me.

Right now I am on uncharted waters I am way out of my comfort zone but those memories will give me strength to go on with life, It was with them with whom I experienced the greatest achievements in my life and they say if I did it Before then I can do it once again, right now I'm certain that I am capable of a repeat performance, Given, the stakes are high it is my senior year after all but as I have said moments like those that I have spent with them is what makes life worth living for, I have no regrets whatsoever it was my choice, I wanted this thing so badly I wanted to go back to the star section and it was handed to me in a golden platter who was I to refuse such opportunity, it was a gift yet a curse, can I survive, will the 2nd time prove to be the charm well, I pretty much hope so.

The future is way ahead of me and who knows where it'll take me but one thing is for sure this Time around I will do my best in everything, as for H3 -Our Lady of Divine Providence believe me, you guys will forever stay in my heart and I will forever cherish the memories that we had.

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