Dear Mia,
Have you ever thought about the past?
I have,
A lot.
Do you remember the day I left?
I waved you goodbye,
You didn't wave back.
I hated being so far away,
I hated the distance.
But we were okay for a while,
Kind of.
You wrote letters,
I replied to your emails,
And then one day,
We stopped.
Almost as if you had deleted yourself from my life.
Or did I delete you?
