You asked me what my name was. It was the first time anyone cared to ask me anything.
I didn't tell you, I was afraid you would laugh at me because everyone always laughed at me. I was a coward, a joke.
The mean girls in my class they left me crying in the hallway, I don't think you saw but they beat me up really bad. Everyone watched because that's just what they do.
I heard you ask my name again, this time you were concerned but all I could utter was a small cry.
All I could say was I'm sorry.
I usually sit by myself at lunch, no one ever cares to see if I'm okay.
So I've grown used to being alone, no one wants to hang out with a girl like me.
At least that's what they tell me.
My father wants me to stick to my studies, he doesn't care what's going on with me as long as I have good grades.
I have no one to talk too, it's just me against everyone else.
I have no one.
The other day I was walking down main street and I bumped into you.
Your eyes were sad as you looked into mine. Why do you feel pity for me, when I am already everyone's fool?
I didn't know what to say but you told me you would be my friend.
I knew you were lying because no one wanted to be friends with me. Especially you.
A popular boy like you had no place in my life, what would people think of me.
That I was a slut or I was just gonna be an example of what desperate looks like.
That you'd put my pain on display for the entire school.
Boys like you are trouble for girls like me.
Father warned me about boys like you.
Again in that moment you asked me my name, all I could do was stare.
The next question you ask was if I could speak. I answered with a nod and somehow that caused you to smile.
You said from that day on, you'd be my friend.
I walked away without saying anything back.
What could he mean by that?
I decided that it was time to stick up for myself. I was tired of the bullying, I was tired of crying.
I told my bullies off...only to be beaten up again. This time I felt the blood gushing from my nose.
I closed my eyes and I cried. When I opened them you were standing there, a first aid kit in one hand and napkins in the other.
You gave me a look before inching closer to me. I don't know why but I let you touch me. I let you help.
Your fingers felt so soft against my face and you kept talking to me, reassuring me that everything was going to be okay.
That I wouldn't have to worry about them anymore. That you were here now.
I started crying again and for the first time, someone else wiped my tears away. You wiped my tears away.
Why did you do that?
You told me I looked tired and that I could rest my head on your shoulder, I don't know why but i did.
So we sat there and to make the silence more tolerable you began to hum to me.
That was a nice day.
You seem like a nice person. Maybe trusting people was something I could be able to get used to.
I let you sit by me at lunch and after a while you started bringing your friends over too.
They were all so pretty and beautiful, they made me wish I was a boy sometimes.
You made me wish I would be able to fit into your world, I wanted to be someone who was worth fighting for.
Why did you fight my battles for me now? What did you see in me?
You asked me my name over and over, goddammit Yoongi when will you stop?
It got to the point where you gave me a nickname, and for some odd reason I would reply. You just had that effect on me now.
Are you even my real friend, i hope I wasn't apart of a sick game.
You made me feel good Yoongi, and we never talk about the day you kissed me under the tree.
I'm pretty sure those girls who used to bully me saw you do it, they called me a slut but you were right there for me.
Just like you said you would be.
I cried and you said that I was a big baby, that I was your baby.
I belonged to no man, at least that's what I always thought.
I didn't mind being yours, I just hope you aren't lying.
They say heartbreak hits the heaviest when you are young, and we are young.
So please don't break my heart.
Please don't break it Yoongi...
Please remember I am the same girl you found crying in the halls.
I am the same girl you deflowered.
We made love and i was scared but you reassured me that everything was okay, so you lead me through it.
We became one together, I told you my name then.
You smiled and you said my name softly as you played with my hair.
You played with my hair...
That makes me special to you....
Right?
—————————————————— ~Mel Don't you just love Yoongi💗
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