Without You {p.j.m} [[completed]]

Day 68

Park Jimin,

And here we are.

How terrible it is to love something that death can touch.

Everyone loved the three of you.

It hurts to know that the beauty that shone in the eyes of your family is gone.

It faded faster than some would like to admit.

It seems like just yesterday we were meeting for the first time.

Hi, I'm Park Jimin!"

That smile could have cured cancer.

No one is actually dead until the ripples they caused in the world die away.

Your ripples haven't died yet, Park Jimin.

Neither have hers.

Or your child's.

They will leave marks on all of us.

It has been 68 days since you committed suicide, Park Jimin.

We have all grown weary in the passing time.

I believe that saying goodbye is the hardest thing to do.

We've said goodbye 3 times.

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know our time in the world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up under some sheet, never to wake up.

Yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know.

It's like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is.

Your foot falls down through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

I dreaded the day of writing this letter to you.

Shall I see you in another life?

Farewell, Park Jimin.

Sincerely,
Kim Namjoon