𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞.

faded

Dear Yoongi,

Do you remember when we started to drift apart?

I do, you had just turned twenty and I was eighteen.

It started innocently enough, you would take longer to reply to my texts, minutes turning into hours and hours shifting into days. Then you would miss responding entirely.

I always put it down to you being busy.

But that wasn't the case, was it?

Next would come breaking a plan or two, cancelled dates over a quick message no more than five words long. You told me that you had to work hard if you wanted to get the internship you were chasing.

Even though I saw you at 'our' park with your friends, sitting on the crumbling brick wall, a can of cheap alcohol in your hand, and a cigarette in the other.

You didn't need to lie, Yoongi.

Out of all the messages you could have sent me, you just couldn't find it in yourself to be honest with how you felt, that's the worst part, the hurt and confusion.

That was the part of me I never let you see, the frustration of not being enough for someone I thought loved me.

I should have tried harder to fight for you, but your friends outnumbered me, and instead I chose your silence as my final answer.

So I let you go.

PJM