It was definitely a weekend retreat after a long hectic week of school. This friendship didn’t just come like that. It was built over time, something that comes with time, age, and all our stories from the past and present. The 91s sat in bed and walked to Marina Bay, and shared every painful memory from the past that was so endearing to hear. These are the long nights through the crack of dawn that I’ll never forget.
Happy 21st Jotham!