Reminiscing

Three years ago, three girls met each other in the unnerving homeroom of Mrs. Wong, Room 42: one quiet, one boisterous, one artist.

One year later, an unlikely trio of three had become–– unexpectedly and as quickly as counting 1, 2, 3. They provided innumerable support for one another through all the heartbreaks, test cramming sessions, etc. Then, something happened. I'm not sure how we fell apart. I don't really remember... Perhaps something about where loyalties lie.

Although I think I have an idea now though. The quiet one had grown up far too quickly for the other two to catch up. She left first for others. Without her as the bond for the other two, they quickly fell into discourse and eventually fell apart.

One year ago, the boisterous one found others and grew up. The quiet one stuck with the artist through it all. The artist apparently "grew younger". However, the three still kept in touch every now and then. Their re-acquaintances were catalyzed by the unusual and unhealthy sharing of their own secrets. Once the secrets ran out though so did their friendship.

Upon entering high school, each were separated from one another. They were oblivious to each other. Their lives were completely separated. Their lines severed. Perhaps the only interaction was between the boisterous and the artist in marching band embedded in their scarce greetings. To this day, the quiet, the boisterous, and the artist still remain divided into their own lives. Not one attribute connects them except for the past that they share.

But knowing that the past exists is good enough. Seventh grade was a beautiful year for each of them. All of them went through a lot. However, knowing that they were all friends, a tight-knit, so called inseparable group of three, was enough to get them through it. Although barely any thanks were exchanged after their time of need, none was needed, for just knowing that all of the feelings were returned was just enough. It was just enough for those three.

Times have changed. Friendships were severed. Hearts fell in and out of love. Their steps grew further and further apart. Persevering through it all were the memories. The memories of those late night chats. The memories of the unending support. The memories of all those loving words and worries for each other. The memories of our sisterhood. That was our legacy. The fact that each of us are still alive today, happy, is the evidence of our existence. Our sisterhood is untouchable, forever ingrained in our minds. It formed as much of our character as our genes formed our bodies. For me, it's okay that we're not as tight as we used to be. Because to me, what really matters is that LEA existed. I owe you guys. Thank you for everything.