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WILL WE STILL BE US?


Today my friend came over, and we did what friends always do: Gossip, life updates, silly jokes, the kind of conversations that jump from one topic to another. At some point, I started telling her about my recent college trip, how it went, the moments that upset me, the ones that made me laugh, and all the small memories in between.

Then she suddenly asked, “Do you think this friendship will last after college?”

I paused. I didn’t have a ready answer. I just told her, “I don’t know… but if they need me, I’ll be there.”

She nodded, and the conversation moved on. But after she left, that question stayed behind. It kept circling in my head.

I’ve spent almost three years with these people. Three whole years is a long time. College honestly wasn’t perfect for me, I had both good days and bad days. But these friends became a big part of that journey. We shared notes before exams, complained about assignments, laughed at the smallest things, and somehow survived all the chaos together.

And now, graduation is just four months away. That feels unreal. Soon we’ll all take different paths. Some will leave the city, some will go back to their hometowns, others will stay here. Most of them are planning for their master’s, while I’m stepping into a job. Different directions, different futures.

And that’s where the fear begins.

After all these changes, will we still remain the same to each other? Will we still text randomly, meet without planning, laugh the way we do now? Or will we slowly become just names on contact lists?

I have one or two friends from school whom I know will stay with me for life. With them, I’ve never doubted it. But with my college friends, I don’t have that same confident feeling. I don’t know why. Maybe because college friendships are built in a small world, and soon that world is going to disappear. Still, I really wish we don’t disappear from each other’s lives.

If someone asks me that question again, I still won’t have a perfect answer. All I have is hope.. hope that distance won’t erase what we built, hope that we’ll grow, not apart, but alongside each other in different ways.

And maybe that hope is enough for now.

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