dix-sept
dear mia,
you loved to paint. you would come home to our apartment with a fresh canvas and new paints. you'd take out your brushes and easel and set them up wherever you felt was the best spot at the time - whether it was the living room, our bedroom, or the kitchen. you never used models; you simply came up with something beautiful and new in your mind and painted it. that technique created the weirdest yet most intriguing paintings i've ever seen.
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.