Hello, Hivemates!
It’s been a pleasure getting in touch with all of you again. I'm a newbie here in the community — and today, I want to open up about something that’s been quietly aching in my heart for a long, long time.
It’s been two years since I graduated from Grade 12.
But for some reason… it still feels like yesterday.
Twelve years — yes, twelve long, beautiful years — I spent with the same people. We weren’t just classmates. We were a family. We saw each other grow from tiny, clueless kindergarten kids who struggled to tie our shoelaces… into young adults trying to figure out life and chasing our own paths.
And now, we're no longer together.
Some of them are now working. Some are in different universities. Some I haven’t heard from in months. And some… I don't even know where they are anymore.
But I miss them.
Deeply.
Back in elementary, life was so simple.
Our biggest problem was forgetting our lunchboxes or finishing coloring sheets. We'd run around barefoot during recess, play tag until the bell rang, and fight over the last piece of candy during Christmas parties. We cried over lost pencils, laughed over silly jokes, and wrote each other little notes on torn pages.
Those were the days when friendship didn’t need explanation — we just held hands, shared snacks, and sat beside each other without even thinking.
High school came like a storm.
Suddenly, life got faster. Harder. More confusing.
We had our fair share of heartbreaks, silent battles with ourselves, sleepless nights before exams, and moments when we wanted to give up. But we had each other.
I remember when one of us cried, the rest of us would cry too.
When one got scolded by a teacher, we all felt guilty.
When one succeeded, it felt like the whole class had won.
We weren’t perfect. We argued. We grew apart sometimes.
But we always found our way back to each other.
We built dreams together in those hallways. We shared answers during quizzes (oops), borrowed ballpens, sang at the top of our lungs during school events, and danced under the sun on field demo days — dripping in sweat but laughing like we didn’t care.
Our classroom wasn’t just a room filled with desks.
It was a place of memories, of secrets, of support — of growing up.
It was where we became us.
And now?
We’re all walking separate paths.
And though time keeps pulling us in different directions, there’s not a single day I don’t look back at our photos, our graduation video, or those random moments we caught on camera — and feel this pinch in my chest.
We were kids once… all together.
Now we’re adults — facing life on our own.
To my classmates who’ve been with me since Day One:
You’ll always be one of my life’s biggest blessings.
No matter where life takes me — no matter how many people I meet — you will always have that special place in my heart.
Thank you for twelve unforgettable years.
For the laughter, the tears, the failures, and the victories.
For being my strength.
For making school not just a requirement — but a home.
I hope someday we’ll meet again — not just as old classmates, but as grown people who once loved, dreamed, and survived the chaos of youth… together.
And until that day comes…
Know that I carry you with me, always. ❤️