Writing For Mia
A quiet and mildly lost Gregory Perry met the mysterious Mia (no last name) on the fifteenth day of the eleventh month, coincidentally his favorite month of the year. He wore the same red sweater and faded jeans he usually wore because he had no idea it would be a special day. She, completely aware the day would bring something out of the ordinary, wore an excruciatingly habitual old jacket and jean shorts. She figured special days had a tendency to disappoint, and what she wore would not change this fact, no matter how much she wished it would.
November brought with it hints of cold that would soon take over the streets of New York. It was also the cold that brought out the warmness in Gregory Perry and stole it away from the Mia with no last name. In short, Gregory Perry and Mia were polar opposites that, against all odds, crossed paths on a mildly polar month and a notably busy day.
It would be far more poetic to write here that it was that day and that meeting that changed everything forever, but, alas, it only changed things for a quiet and quick one year and twenty two days. And, afterward, Mia kept being the Mia with no last name that had a strong animosity towards the cold and Gregory Perry kept being the Gregory Perry in the same red sweater and faded jeans that were only slightly more faded.