Writing to Mia

trente-trois

trente-trois

dear mia,

things are perfect with kimberly. we're talking and going out and we're meeting each other's parents and we're spending nights at each other's places. i'm so happy but i can't seem to get rid of the little niggle at the back of my mind, reminding me there's a chance she'll suddenly walk out one day.

but it's okay, because i'm trying to live in the moment. i'm trying to just enjoy every day i've got with her, instead of stressing over the future.

you know, mia, i used to walk around my apartment in the early days after you left and see ghosts. i would see ghosts, the faded memories of us, of you. but not anymore, and that's because of kimberly. we're making new memories, we're recording over the old film.

i could go on and on about how kimberly is fixing everything for me, but i think you get the gist. she's lovely and things are so good and i rarely think about you now, except for when i'm writing these letters. which is why i need to stop. i need to be fine, i need to just quit writing to you.

so goodbye, mia. i love you.

john