After months, so much has already happened. The not-so-imaginary talks about senseless and (sort of) sensible things, the sudden burst of laughs while everyone else is sleeping, the stubborn tears, the hypothetical inside jokes, the irreplaceable feelings. Such a short time ago but I feel that as I look back, I can’t ever believe that that person who experienced those things was really me. I wouldn’t recognize that girl because she’s different from who I am now. But I guess changing and moving on is part of growing up. I’m growing up and slowly finding out what kind of person I want to be for the rest of my life. And I’m sure that in the future, more changes will come, but as for right now, this is who I’m proud to be—Resilient. No longer afraid. 

But growing up doesn’t necessarily mean forgetting the past either. The past may have made me do a couple of silly, childish things but I will never forget them for the world. Because the past holds good things too. Like great memories. And amazing people.

Yes, I am now figuring out how some people from my past aren’t exactly holding me back from making me become all the things I’m supposed to become in my lifetime. The people from my past have now become my drive to grow up. To become better. A better me for that one day when I meet them again, I will be the Jeahan I want them to love. 

So.

See you later.