"Our love is six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain"

Our love is now dead. It is deeply graved inside our hearts.

I still remember the day we parted.

" Jimin i don't think it's working out "

" What are you saying Yoongi , I -i don't understand "

" This , we , our relationship , it's not working out . I think we , we should break up "

" Are you kidding me Yoongi ? After all these years we have been together . "

" We are just hurting each other Jimin . Can't you see ? We just fight everyday nothing else. "

" You can't decide that , i fuckin love you Yoongi . You can't do this to us "

" And i don't love you ? I love you more than you do . But this isn't right . It's difficult for me too baby . But we should take a break "

" Yoongi please "

"There must be a time and a place for us . But not here . Not now Jimin"

I came back from my thoughts as Taehyung called out my name . We were all gathered up for dinner night after success of our World tour . We were back in Korea and now celebrating.

Yoongi was sitting in front of me , he was sitting with Hobi hyung . While Tae and Jungkook were beside me .

I kept stealing glances on Yoongi. But he was too busy eating and talking to Hoseok that he didn't spare me a glance . He does this always , after breaking up. This , this hurts so much .

It's not like i haven't tried talking to him . I tried but he turned me down . It's like , now , i am the only one in love . He don't even love me anymore .

I stood up and walked out of there . I heard Taehyung calling me back but i went outside , i couldn't take it anymore.

And as i was watching city lights from the balcony of the restaurant , i don't know from where the tears started welling up in my eyes . I couldn't take it anymore and started crying . Why was i thinking that Yoongi will come after me and he will hug me tightly and say " let's get back together" or atleast he'll come and comfort me because i know , i know he knows that i am hurting . I am dying inside, without him. Does he even care?

I hate this .

He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance

It's like the love that we have graved in our hearts , we water them by our tears everyday . I do that , everyday .