It's not what the world holds, it's what you bring to it.

That was then;

this is now.

You know, some traditions fade away, but I hope this one will never cease to exist. Because no matter how far apart we are during the school year, the distance across Canada cannot erode away what we have. Going away for university, I’ve experienced my fair share of “drifting apart” from the people I used to be close with. It’s sad that life cannot be like the teenage fiction we’ve all read, where an initial emotional separation almost always results in an escalated, “nothing has changed” ending when the characters are written back together, closer than ever. See, sometimes I feel like the whole concept of “we’re such good friends because we just clicked when we first met” is totally disputable, I think friendships are made and maintained; even if the initial attraction is the spark that ignites the fire, it’ll be sure to burn out if nothing is added to the flames over time. Even if you had nothing in common to begin with, being together for long periods of time gives you the commonality and attachment you need to be the closest of friends. It’s almost like the whole dating scene, the question of, do I love him because of our unchanging connection, or do I love him because I’m used to it and cannot imagine my life without him? If you ask me, I say it doesn’t really matter, because love is love, regardless of how it’s acquired or how it’s grown in size to the present day. A friend with whom you were complete opposites to begin with can now mean just as much to you as the friend whom you “clicked right away” with; a guy whom you could never picture holding your hand can now be the one holding your heart.

If love was a storybook, if friendship was a storybook, it’d be a Jane Austen or a Louisa May Alcott, where we’d meet on the very first page and get together on the very last; and the ever-after would be unwritten.