Dear Mia,
I saw you with him,
My hands clenched into tight fists,
And my stomach hurt,
Like I've been punched.
I wanted to throw up.
I hate this,
I hate feeling unwanted,
Especially by you.
I hate how your eyes have turned a cold, icy blue
They're not welcoming anymore.
It made me wonder if the Mia that I know was gone,
I hope she isn't.
Because Mia,
There was a lot that I didn't get to say.
