Brotherhood

I miss them. Oh fuck I miss them a lot. I don't say this quite often, but, in my head, I have this thought lingering at all times. Is it bad? I do not know. Is it good, hell no!

The people in case are the ones who have shaped me to be what I am today. College would not have been fun without you guys. It's a fact.

Not only were there good moments, there were memorable moments. What makes the moments memorable are the people who are in it.

One was a football fanatic.
One was a pain in the ass.
One was a laziness accomplice.
One was a learner.
One was a roommate.
One was a confidante.

But all of them were brothers.

People go their own separate ways but each of them left a mark on me as they left. I got a chance to learn so much from them that 4 years of being together turned out to be too less of a time.

Now, I cannot bring those moments back but being a part of their life and the fact that they shared so much with me cannot be overlooked or understated.

The only thing left in these 3 months of college is reminiscing those moments and creating a few more with the one's left here.

I've written many times about change being the only constant.
I don't like this change.
Time travel anyone?