trente-deux
dear mia,
i think i'm going to quit writing letters to you. i think i'm going to collect these letters and burn them and drink a beer and stop these habits, the habits of buying the pink lemonade and thinking of you constantly.
it's time i stopped letting you control everything i do, everything i think, everything i say. i don't regret the time we were together. i loved being with you and i loved our late-night talks in bed with the moonlight streaming in on your face. i loved your smile and the way you teased me.
i don't hate you; far from it. i still love you, in fact, but i'm not in love with you.
i'll get my shit together and i'll say goodbye.
john

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Writing to Mia
Teen Fiction© 2015. All rights reserved to Hannah Woycik. • Mia and John were in love, but then Mia moved on. The problem is, John still loves her.