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First sight

The first...

The first time I saw you, you intimidated me.
Pitter patter on the roof, softly falling rain.
Amongst a myriad of unknown faces, with familiarity slowly setting in.
A few days later, I started to tolerate you. The things that scared me before, were now almost amusing.
It was not until a few years later that I realised I liked you.
It was unquestionably true. I liked you.
Whenever you went away, even for a short while, I found myself missing you and the people around you.
Even when I hated you, it was short-lived, because I cared for you too much.
You've seen me through my highest and my lows.
You've seen me happy and even when I've had rows.
It wasn't until I had to say goodbye to you that I realised I loved you.
I loved the time we spent together; whether it was happy or sad, crazy or somber, long or short.
I even loved you when your appearance took a toll.
I loved you.
It's been a few years since you closed your doors for me.
It was time, I know, but that doesn't make it any better.
I may have moved on, but there's a small part of my life that'll always miss you.
I'll miss your humongous iron gates, and the smiling watchman.
I'll miss running in because I got late, and walking leisurely when I was early.
I'll miss seeing your corridors and your labs
I'll miss hearing the ominous sounding bell, and even the people I thought I hated.
The last time I saw you, I cried.
It was sunny out, and the day screamed cheer.
But it didn't matter, because it was my farewell to you, farewell to the place I'd spent 12 years, farewell to my home away from home, farewell to my school.

S.