2015

me:
our monthly call later?

jimbles:
sorry i can't today either.
busy :/

me:
oh

jimbles:
another day? 🥺

me:
tomorrow?

jimbles:
practice all day ...

me:
never mind then

jimbles:
i really want to
talk to you gem

me:
doesn't seem like it though

jimbles:
i know, but i'm busy.
is it important?

me:
you know what
just forget about it

seen

me:
just text me
when you got the time

seen

With tears running down your cheeks, frustration radiating from your every move,  you walked across the floor to the mirror seeing your reflection.

You looked tired. But not just tired as in lack of sleep. Tired as in everything else.

You sniffle, leading your hands to your warm cheeks and dry them with the back of them.
A long inhale and then you shuffle through your closet, finding your clothes for the daily work you had — down at the dull gas station a few miles from your house.

Shaking the conversation with Jimin off of your thoughts you run out the door, the rain pouring down as you hop on your bicycle trying to think of anything but Jimin as you go to work.

But nothing besides him comes up.