I was once a highly-motivated daughter to go back to my hometown every weekend; no matter how late my class ends on Friday or midterms on Saturday afternoons, I will still make a great effort to get back home.

However, the weekends that I use to go bak home seems to cause "something" important in my life to change. I always believe that "something" won't change due to time and space. I was wrong.

Friendship is something like mathematics. It needs practice.
Friendship is something like physics. It needs comprehension.
Friendship is just like a baby. It needs attention.
Friendship is just like a plant. It needs nurture.

Perhaps, someone gave me the right advise. She gave me some words that popped up into my mind once all these incidents happened. "You are an excellent classmate, however, there are still a lot of things to improve in you to become someone's friend." I really thank her for these words.

For friends that walked with me for a certain distance and time in the journey of my life, you will always remain in my heart. Memories are always nice to be "read" through, no matter of time and space.