Have you ever had friends that are like family to you? Not just in the sense that you know everything there is to know about them, that their parents consider you their own, that you know exactly where they hide their food stash, but because they’re always there. You can return from a five year long hiking stint in the Himalayas looking like a caveman and you’d still have a hell of a great time with them. Do you perhaps look up at the stars, thinking of them, wondering if they are staring at the same ink sky, the same twinkling stars? If they are thinking the same thoughts? You experienced life with these people - you got in trouble with your teachers with them, you got sent to the principal with them, you had your first crush on one of them and one of them most certainly broke your heart. You had your first drink with them in a tiny living room, vodka and sprite in a red cup. You sat on a roof with them and sang your favorite songs, reminisced about your favorite memories. You lied to them and with them, fought with them and by their side. But in the end, the fact remains that time flies, arrogantly when life is good and lazily when you can’t handle it anymore. Change is inevitable. But you know what? Time gave you these people. It can’t take them away.