It was a good time.

I don't know. Life is weird. It's so strange to think that I may never talk to people I loved again. I hope that in many years from now, we will all still be alive and happy. I hope that even if we have our differences now, we can still think about our old memories and say that we had a good time.

I'm probably being a little dramatic. Nobody I've known is a bad person. They are good people and I'm glad I had them helping me throughout the years. But at the same time, for reasons I can't explain well, it hurts when I think about them. I had to go.

All you can do is move on. But I think with something like this, it will always come back at least a little. You will remember them even if you don't remember their voices or names. It's just a feeling. But it hasn't been that long for me.

Even if you convince yourself at the time that they will always be in your life. But the future is so unpredictable. In only a few days, years' worth of friendship could end.

You want to talk to people from the past, not the people you know now. You want to forget everything that hurts when thinking about them now, and go back to when thinking about them made you happy.
Unfortunately, some people can never be friends forever,

But then suddenly you will be reminded. It could be something so small that makes you remember everything and it hurts because you wish that you could speak with them again. But I think that's not true. You don't want to talk to them. After all, you left because it hurt talking to them.

I don't think I was well known by them. That's my fault though.

It's hard getting over losing people that got you through hard times.
Things can change so fast and all of those memories will fade as you drift apart. You start to forget about them more and more every day.