Recently I’ve been motivated to look back on April 30th. It was an amazing day. We had a 3-day trip or something at Huahin. We stayed up since the morning before, made it through the night, and fought our ways through the morning, and went home that day. It was brilliant. So many things happened, and as many came to an end. It was heartbreaking, but now it’s bittersweet to look back on all of that. It’s nice to believe.
I believe that this set of photos was taken roughly around 5.45 to 6.30 am. We’d had such a long, terrifying, memorable night together. And when things settled down we found it was almost morning and we didn’t want to go to bed anymore. I think I could write a whole essay describing everything in full details, and it still wouldn’t be enough. I came to love my friends after I had left more than I had when we’d been in secondary school together. So I’ll let these photos speak now.
