The life in dorm
Ohh, you know how much painful is missing someone. I miss him sometimes. My dearest friend, my brother, my roommate. This story is about my freshman year, he was senior. Before our life in dormitory, we have been through such an adventurous life since our childhood that I shouldn’t mention how close we are. Think of it as a two childhood friends who just don’t know how they met very first time. So that our 1 year long dormitory life spent miraculous of course. When he graduated and I became sophomore, The moment we say “Goodbye” to each other was just so desperate that reminds me when my parents left me behind at my uncle 14 years ago. Back then however I was a cheerful boy, it was so sad and desperate losing my parents for 1 school year. And that feeling just came back to my life again.
He is quiet, deep inside, thoughtful, and cold for having new friends. May be he hate ice breaking that makes him unnatural on his personality. If you just met him, you may hate how horrible he is. On the other hand my being is just on the different pole of a magnet. I am a biiiig dreamer like I’m sleeping awake and talky and very fucking optimistic person who hates being opposite side of someone’s opinion. Because I don’t want to lose anyone or make them harsh to me. Could you imagine how we settled together? That’s just crazy.
May be the difference of our personality healed the empty space of our heart like in movies. Talking our big dreams makes a bright imagination of our future and brings a lot of excitement, unbelievably funny jokes that we couldn’t stop laughing. Like other people, we motivate each other on our goals, completing daily tasks, therefore we were living in present to achieve the things we hopefully wanted. Jeez, it was just so funny being with him and his friends that I could not even express by my words. My freshman year was about making new friends at my cousin’s classroom besides of my school. Interesting isn’t it?
You know how poor is an university student’s life. Can not have delicious food, wear fancy clothes, ride expensive car whenever you wanted to do so. But living happy life unlimited by those materials is just the the real value of yourself, your friendship. Our time was just like that. We didn’t have gym. But we did morning run. We didn’t have laptops. But we borrow one from next door dudes when it needed. We didn’t have girlfriends who encourage and stand by our side, but we had big trees and grass outside of dorm. Believe me it treats you sitting among trees and thinking about all the mess you have been through early.
Of course I knew we are not going to live together forever. That wasn’t any deal for me at the beginning. But after we packed our things, cleaned the dorm room and moved out it seems so big deal man. I remember when we had meal at a cafeteria next to the dorm with my very last buckets. It may was the most luxurious meal of that year. I don’t even know what food we had. For real. But the taste of that food was just about the feelings that left in my mind. However his place is just a few kilometers away, shaking our hands, saying goodbye, so damned weird feeling.
