My heart wasn’t aching for the fact that we had to go on our separate ways; it was screaming agony to the fact that I was hurting Yoongi in the process of finding my own peace. Could it be called love? I didn’t even know anything about love anymore. Scratch that; I had probably stopped relying on my own understanding of most of the abstract things I knew. People say, the more you grow, the less people you would trust. They forgot to  mention that you would eventually stop trusting yourself as well.