park jimin;
thursday

i met taehyung right after lunch break

i was happy at first,

cuz it was the first time for taehyung

to ask me to meet him.

i thought that maybe

he want to rebuild our old friendship back,

but the innocent thought of mine,

crashed into pieces when taehyung said something that made my heart broke,

"yena is in relationship with me, so dont you ever dare go near her again! why did you come back in the first place?! you shouldnt come back! youre sick! you should just die!"

then he walked away after throwing me bunch of cruel words

well...

i think hes true.

im a sick boy to start with,

who might die anytime sooner or later,

im such a selfish person.

thinking that i need to make you notice me before i die,

thinking that i need to create more beautiful memories with you before i die,

and both of us would fall in love with each other before i die,

im such a selfish jerk.

i shouldnt be thinking like that in the first place,

if i success in making you notice me,

if i success in making beautiful memories with you,

if i success in making you fall in love with me,

then...

what would i do after i die..?

you will surely cry if im gone..

you will surely have a hard time to forget about me..

you will surely be faking your smile infront of everyone..

you will surely cry again in the night..

you will surely feel sad whenever you saw anything that make you remind of me..

you will surely wake up in tears whenever you dream about me..

and your heart will surely broke into pieces,

like a fragile glasses, everyday and every seconds.

and with all of that thoughts being played in my mind,

i know i have to give up on you,

theres no other way,

i have to forget about you,

i dont want to hurt you more than you already are,

youre not mine in the very first place,

you will never belong to me,

our fate are never there in the first place, never exist

and with that all conclusions ive got,

a tear escaped my eyes.

again..

and again.

the thought that i couldnt be yours and you will never be mine,

made a sick boy like me cried out loud, in the middle of the hallway without caring of anything except you and just you.