I truly believed, always, that "if you truly love or treasure someone, you give part of your heart to them". We gave our NCOs pieces of our hearts, that is, our love. Now that they are leaving, it somehow feels like those parts of our hearts are gone. We feel hollow, numb, a pain that refuses to go away. The holes left behind, some will heal, some will not. Even if it heals, scars would be left there, reminding us of the love we once gave our NCOs. This pain, it is strange, it refuses to leave and yet when it heals completely, it feels as if the pain was just a nightmare. When this happens, the happiness and joy that you used to feel will just be a dream.
My "devil" and "angel" are talking to me and all I am doing is listening to who ever wins.
Devil: See what I told you? You should not love anyone but yourself, because one day, they will leave you and you will get hurt.
Angel: That is why we love. If you never experience love and pain, you will never learn how to treasure anyone. You will never learn how precious time is, how little time you have (seriously, we only had half a year).
Devil: I would rather not love anyone in my entire life. You can undo the pain, Geyu, forget your NCOs, forget everything.
Angel: No! You treasure your NCOs, don't you? You can't just forget about them like that! Remember what you said about remembering them until the day you die?

I guess the "angel" won, because really, I can't forget and will not forget about our NCOs. I bet they are the best NCOs we'll ever get! They are the ones who changed us from confused, "know nothing" people to part of a huge company. Personally, I have learnt that being in a famous CCA doesn't mean you will enjoy yourself. Table tennis was famous in our school, but I have never enjoyed myself. Friends were not friends, they were traitors. Seniors were not good seniors, they were bullies. However, my platoonmates are my bestest friends and I love our NCOs to the max. They made you feel like they really cared.
*yawns* It's almost midnight. I shall continue tomorrow. Dear platoonmates, there is nothing wrong with me by the way, so do not consider sending me to the mental hospital on Monday. I am still myself (I have split personality), my emo, sadistic self. HAHA (now this is my cheerful and somewhat foolish self)!!!