Study period. I gazed at the windows; it had started to rain. Everybody's busy having their review for the midterm examinations, but I don't seem to mind.
A funny thing...you suddenly came into my mind amidst the ruffling pages and noisy chit-chats. Thoughts came into my mind as I stared into the ceiling. It all seemed like yesterday. The laughter, pain, and even tears. Everything came flooding back.
A butterfly came in from the window. She was too soaked in the rain as she came crashing to the floor. Too heavy to fly, she lay there as if it were a mere insect. All beauty lost, she stood there and stopped. Why? Why should it meet death in such a painful manner. Isn't there another way this creature of magnificence to pass away?
I slumped. Then as if a voice was talking to me, I had the answer.
All things, no matter how great or small, come to an end. But even if it ends, the things that we have done, the moments that we shared...these things are etched in our hearts, imprint on our souls. No matter where we go whatever we do, the connection remains intact. We carry on with our lives, but we are alwasy ready to greet one another a simple "Hi" whenever we see each other again.
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