It’s crazy how the people we spend every day with will become a shard of memory.

No more important than the pencil we create endless doodles on math homework.

Friends that once knew our hearts inside and out, a crumpled old photo.

Crushes that were your soulmate, Facebook suggestions.

High school is the most important thing in the world inside it.

Venturing off campus, there’s a million little things that are much more important.

Never again will you laugh as hard and smile and cry as in high school.

Sure it wasn’t what Troy and Gabriella and Sandy and Danny told us it was, but it was incredible nonetheless.

In high school, we found ourselves. 

Purpose. Enjoyment. 

We became adults. We learned to be friendly, sociable, and hardworking.

But we still had that childish innocence, the lust for life.

We were alive- we had fleeting rushes of exhilaration that would never be felt again.

It was almost a dream; an impossibly wild and carefree dream. 

But we had to wake up sometime.