"내 맘이 왜 이런지 몰라
나 항상 니 모습만 떠올라"
dear jungkook,
the whole school year just ended like that. nothing happened. we didn't become friends and everything was still the same. but everything started to change when we reached 6th grade. you and i were still on the same class. and in fact, we also became seatmates. but you know what? no matter how close we are to each other, we still didn't talk. you didn't even bother to give a slight glance at me.
i wanted to become your friend. i wanted to be your first friend. i don't know why despite of all these tactless attitude you've been showing me, i still wanted to enter your life and become atleast a part of it. i wanted to talk to you not just to ask anything about school, but to get to know you more. i started visiting your friendster profile more often. i wanted to know how you're doing. i cared about you, jungkook, and i still do.
i always see you sitting alone under that cherry blossom on the back of our school while writing on your notebook with some headphones attached on your ears. i was supposed to make my first move on becoming your friend but then i thought, nah.
