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We saw cherry blossoms in the spring. The petals were trapped in his hair, and I told him he looked like a smurf.
It seemed a good idea back when a year was time to be filled, not lost. I chased Jimin down the university steps, and he laughed because I could never catch up.
(Yoongi, you’re too slow!)
The flowers bloom eagerly like they always have, yet most wouldn’t know in this flurry of blossoms, there is one petal less.
I know. He is aggressively missing: when I walk down our path, I am lost.
Why didn’t he wait?