jihoon,
I feel like sending you these
post-it notes,
it's like it has became a daily habit.
take care and don't get
too stressed.
~miyoung
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[ miyoung ]
as I walked into the classroom, I bumped into jihoon, right at the door. I could see the pink crumpled up post-it note in his hand, he was about to throw it away, again.
normally I would feel hurt, but I was so used to it, I didn't really care. at least he did read them.
"hey jihoon! so I heard you and miyoung aren't friends anymore? is that true that you don't care about her anymore?" a classmate asked. I looked at jihoon, he looked straight into my eye. I was hoping he would say something comforting to comfort my aching heart, but no.
"yes it's true." he said as he stared straight into my eyes for the last time and stretched over to throw the note, and then walk away.
I clutched my books tight as I made my way to the window seat. jihoon, since that moment, I realised it was meaningless to wait for you. you wouldn't care, would you?
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