𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞.

i call it fate

Dear Yoongi,

Do you remember the first day we met? It was August 27th, the last day of Summer Break. You were only seven and I was five, our small worlds about to get a little bigger as I came crashing quite literally into your life.

You always said that I kicked my soccer ball at you on purpose to get your attention, which I will deny until the day I die, but I'm still glad it happened.

There would have been no us otherwise.

No trip to the emergency room as blood poured from your nose from where the ball had hit your cute little nose, me sitting in the chair next to you begging for forgiveness with tears in my eyes as we waited to get you an X-ray, our legs dangling in the air, and our untied shoelaces traipsing along the cold hard floor.

No sleepovers on the weekends, insisting that we used sleeping bags instead of blankets and duvets, playing dumb video games until we could barely keep our eyes open, and falling into a deep sleep; me at one end of the couch and you at the other, our legs meeting in the middle and tangling together.

Do you miss it, those days where our biggest problems were the crusts not being cut off sandwiches and being given the wrong flavoured juice to take to school? Because I do.

I wish we could go back to that.

PJM