purpose | p.jm

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Jimin

Today is a weekend and I won't get to see her.

But I have my own ways.

I am currently here in the park near her house.

This used to be our favorite place.

But why? Why can't you remember anything?

I am sitting on the seesaw until she came.

She looks lost and confused. Still pretty just like the first time I saw her.

She sat by the bench and I couldn't control myself so I sat beside her.

"Hey." I said as I nudged her.

She was a bit startled but she quickly smiled when she saw my face.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" She asked nonchalantly.

"I always go here. It's my favorite place." I replied with a smile.

She chuckled and it sounds like music to my ears.

A chuckle I've been longing to hear.

I was about to speak when her brother came and dragged her out of the park.

She looks bothered and confused.

And so do I.

Somehow it hurts that you don't remember me, but it's okay. Patience is all I need.