The bond felt real. You took selfies, made weekend plans, maybe even gave yourselves a group name. It was comforting to cling to something — anything — in the chaos of a new beginning. But as days passed, timetables changed, interests shifted, and the closeness quietly faded. It hurt a little. It felt like rejection. But slowly, organically, new friendships formed — in labs, at clubs, in hostel corridors. These ones didn’t need to be forced. They felt more honest. You realized not every connection is meant to last — and that doesn’t make the early ones meaningless. They just weren’t meant to be

The bond felt real. You took selfies, made weekend plans, maybe even gave yourselves a group name. It was comforting to cling to something — anything — in the chaos of a new beginning. But as days passed, timetables changed, interests shifted, and the closeness quietly faded. It hurt a little. It felt like rejection. But slowly, organically, new friendships formed — in labs, at clubs, in hostel corridors. These ones didn’t need to be forced. They felt more honest. You realized not every connection is meant to last — and that doesn’t make the early ones meaningless. They just weren’t meant to be