we always wonder; why are the best people in life always gone? i wonder too. when i was little, i asked my mother this. she always had the same response; "when you pick flowers in a garden, which ones do you pick first?" it was easy. "the prettiest." she nodded. "exactly."
oh how i understand her now.
i sat in the room, not filming today. jimin came up, and said "this isn't like you. what happened?" i sighed, and said "it's nothing to worry about." at least not to him. he looked at me for a second, and said "v!" he ran off. it must be something irrelevant to the sitation. jungkook came up, and said "i heard what happened. i'm sorry man." he patted my back. i wiped the slight tears from my eyes, gave a fake smile, and said "it's alright."
she's alright now. that's all.
for she was in a better place. it did hurt, of course it did. but she wouldn't want me sad, would she? she would obviously understand, but she would make me happy again. i just want to see her for one last time.
oh dear cruel world, why did you act this way?
