Don't Wanna Say Goodbye

Many days I’ve spent, drifting on through empty shores, wondering what my purpose is, wondering how to make me strong.
I still remember that noon when it rained at the summit of Bukit Timah. I lay down on the wooden chair, watching the rain falling down quietly. The eave, the crossing branches, the glittering drops made my memory flood back. The scene was just like what I used to saw in my childhood. When I slept by my mother on rainy afternoons, I felt it quite intolerable when my mother fell asleep while I didn’t. But now, I don’t even have the chance to tolerate it once more and I can no longer watch it with that pure vision of a child. I’ve already said goodbye to that episode.
When we were having steamboat that afternoon, someone mentioned the “separation meal” of we group 8. My heart sank when I heard it. The familiar stabbing pain mounted inexorably. In my memory, I have been having so-called separation meals since the Collage Entrance Examination ended. That summer vacation before I went to HIT and that month before I went to NUS, I was invited to my classmates’ meal nearly every night. I clearly remembered that every time we said goodbye to each other, I was acutely aware that I was to cry. Maybe nobody cared, but I did. Nobody could heal me, including myself.
I don’t want to say goodbye to anyone, just as Hello says. Bridging course is a new beginning, but it will soon come to an end. I know that everything has an end. But I still don’t want to face the prank of life. Things vary over years. Meanwhile, we grow up and become mature. Different people come and go in my life. I don’t know what people chase after and even what I am pursuing in such a busy and prosperous society.
So I cherish every moment that I spend together with my friends. I believe that it is the most effective way to make me strong.