Dear Mia,

I saw you with him,

My hands clenched into tight fists,

And my stomach hurt,

Like I've been punched.

I wanted to throw up.

I hate this,

I hate feeling unwanted,

Especially by you.

I hate how your eyes have turned a cold, icy blue

They're not welcoming anymore.

It made me wonder if the Mia that I know was gone,

I hope she isn't.

Because Mia,

There was a lot that I didn't get to say.