goodbye love | jung hoseok x reader | sequel to "dear happy."

six

hello love,

i saw my old books.
and my old clothes—
and my old toys.
and your old poems, too.

i was just unpacking—
and i saw a few worn out boxes.
i was curious.
it was just a bunch of memories.
some made me smile.
certain ones made me laugh.
while some,
well,
they made me feel more alone than ever.
i read all the poems you sent.
and i was so confused—
your poems were like replies to mine.
it was as if we communicated.
i remember,
writing some of my poems,
with tears in my eyes,
a heavy weight on my shoulders,
a cold, empty feeling,
and an inspiration.
you.
i mindlessly wrote for hours.
hours turned into sleepless nights.
i wanted to express myself—
but i didnt want to tell you that.
so i wrote it on pieces of paper.
i wish i could've told you instead.

— hoseok