Park Jimin,
They say that things get better with time, but I truly believe that this will linger until I am dead as well.
You kept the depression hidden from the boys well, but I seen through it. I always did. "Jagiya, how are you able to read me so well?" You asked me as we sat under the tree at the park that had our initials carved into it. I thought that was so cliche when we first started dating, but I was so infatuated with you at the time, that I would have done anything with you. And so we carved our stupid initials into that stupid tree.
And I love that stupid tree. Just as much as I love you, Park Jimin.
My memory is foggy, but I can still remember when we first met.
Min Yoongi. That bastard.
Forgetting he invited me to come meet his new friends after he had made it into BigHit.
I showed up shy, just how I had always been. Yoongi dragged me over to you guys and introduced me. I remember feeling as if hot flames were licking at my cheeks when you introduced yourself.
Cliche right?
"Hello, I'm Jimin!"
You were so cute and young. We all were. Most of us still in highschool.
So many memories. Why couldn't more have been made?
I love you, stupid Park Jimin.
Signed,
Your Jagi.
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Without You {p.j.m} [[completed]]
Fanfiction"You're always on my mind... day in.. day out... when will I stop thinking of you, Park Jimin?"