dear jimin | pjm

nineteen

dear jimin,

remember when i saw you at the market?

your arms were full of sausages (for what reason, i don't want to know).

you called out my name when you saw me, dropping some sausage packets as you did so. i sighed and handed a basket over to you while helping you pick up the fallen sausage packet.

"thanks," you said. "how have you been?"

"good," i said. "you?"

"good."

i nodded and walked away with my own basket full of chips and oreos.

suddenly i felt a hand on my shoulder. i didn't turn around.

"i'm sorry," you said.

"it happened a long time ago, jimin. let it go." i said, contradicting myself.

"i can't!" you said. i turned around with disbelief in my eyes.

"i really liked you," you said. "and i fucked it all up."

"yeah, you did. but i'm over it, jimin. so you should get over it, too. live your own life. can i go now?" i said, shaking my shoulder away from your grip.

"your tears say otherwise."