sometimes, i think that moments like these are what memories are truly made of. to be together and a part of and at the same time, apart from everyone else you've known for half a year, three months, a week, a few days and even a few hours.
i think that no matter how much i tell myself that i won't miss it, college and its people tend to grow on me and me, on them, just like everything else i've come across from then till now and then till the day i am old and greying and forgetful. and only then will i know what it's like to be truly, utterly, completely thankful for photographs that make me remember.
