Don't it always seem to go that go that you don't know what you've got till it's gone. They paved paradise to put up a parking lot.This is as much true with whatever definition you have of paradise. Anchit, Minrose and Tart and Rhea and Cor, Bar and Janus- The Circle. My paradise was, in a way, them. They were the ones who taught me that no matter where it is, it doesn't matter as long as you are with the ones you like- that it's really the company that counts. Lately I've been thinking of them and how while they were here, we spent weeks not seeing each other because we were... there. Just there; a simple call away from each other. Now, none of us is, god forbid, gone but the oceans that literally stand between us make it a bit harder to catch up with each other. Even with the internet, we are now not just a simple call away.
It must be the promise of summer and thoughts of the beach and the sun and directionless road trips that makes me thought of them. Although I have met new friends over the years, the strength of my longing points out the fact that I have yet to meet somebody like them. I suppose it's not entirely possible. We met each other when we still saw, or at least I, the world in rose-tinted glasses. Although we were struggling with our new life after college, it just seems perfect that we were there for each other, present but not exactly each other's saviours but more like each of our own audience, stumbling and grasping through our way and learning from each other's mistakes. And we also saw each other grow- a bit mature, hopefully tougher, undeniably jaded. Nobody and nothing can recreate that.
It's been more than two years that one of us went away and by going, slowly broke up what made up the circle. The Circle. A couple is still here but it's already different. I don't regret that continents separate us; after all, how can we grow some more without these kind of drastic changes? It's just that I really miss them sorely.
