years passed. i changed.
more years passed. off to collage.
i never thought about yoongi, but
i remembered what he said to me.
about how he said he'll take us to the
moon when we were children.
how we would both escape from reality
and into our own world.
it would be just the two of us.
but i wasn't a child anymore.
and i no longer believed him.
then something happened.
i was packing up all my things to leave
to collage. preparing to say goodbye
to my childhood for the last time.
after hugging my parents and them
wishing me good luck, a thought
came across my mind.
i asked them about the boy next door.
there was silence.
with confused faces, my mother looked at me
and said seriously:
"what do you mean about that?"
then i told them everything. about how i met
him years ago, our adventures we had, and the
night stars looking over us.
my father turned to my mother, who was shaking her head.
i was confused.
then my mother put her hand on my shoulder,
and looked me in the eyes.
"jiyeon, he's been dead for almost a year."
