I don't know what to feel in moments like these. Sitting alone in a cinema watching the credits roll, everyone else having left moments ago, leaving popcorn bits on their seats and spilled drinks on the floor. The week after graduation and no one knows what's next. None of your friends have left, but you're sure they will. You just don't know when. You stare at one another with a sad smile, cherishing each moment cause you know deep inside it will never be the same. Not this way. Riding a bus away from home, watching through the window as the landscape you grew up with blurs by, and once you start seeing unfamiliar horizons you wish the wind carries away your tears. Forgetting you feel like this. Another ending, but definitely not the end. Like a melancholic outro from my favorite song, wishing I could listen to it again for the first time. The sad, almost painful pull that leaves you hollow and hopeful at the same time. I have already begun.