Dear Mia,

Have you ever thought about the past?

I have,

A lot.

Do you remember the day I left?

I waved you goodbye,

You didn't wave back.

I hated being so far away,

I hated the distance.

But we were okay for a while,

Kind of.

You wrote letters,

I replied to your emails,

And then one day,

We stopped.

Almost as if you had deleted yourself from my life.

Or did I delete you?