The run up to the end....of the 'best days of my life'

Been a long break from blogging, well at least long is what it seems like. And i've got exams starting monday and i feel so caught up that i really don't know why i'm writing this post; will just figure it out as i go along. Omg, it was the second LAST day of college today! Gosh, i CANNOT believe it! :(
We all had a photo session and wrote in each other's 'message books' as they have been Christened by us (they're actually just normal notebooks or diaries being used to take farewell msgs from each other - I was the one who kickstarted the ritual, btw!). And then I and my 3 wonderful, amazing, absolutely adorable friends hung out playing truth or dare and chatting for like TWO HOURS! Fun, yes, but it also left a bittersweet feeling...Aww, I feel like i'm standing at the threshold of a door that's about to close forever in my face and then I won't ever be able to re-enter the vast room that lies beyond. The room of course is supposed to symbolise my college life. Yes, i'm drunk with nostalgia. Here's a poem or something like a poem that i wrote a few days ago 'under the influence' (of nostalgia of course!)

Life is a journey, they say
I say it's a journey broken up
into exciting little adventures.
It's only at the end of each escapade
that we realise just how much we've enjoyed it,
even with its tests of faith
and its moments of difficulty.
But the end of a journey does not mean
the end of the bonds formed along the way
The memories live on forever,
bringing back a smile ever so often,
accompanied sometimes with a nostalgic tear
An end signifies a new beginning,
with new people to meet, new places to go,
new memories to make, new dreams to harbour,
Yet simultaneously you remember,
the people you've met, the places you've been
the memories made, the dreams fulfilled.