A letter from Jan 18, 2025

January 18, 2025 Dear, Mj. You left me when my feelings for you had grown deep and true. It has been six months since then, yet I am unable to move on. My heart clings to the thought of you, for it is you I desire and no one else. I tried to reach out to you, again and again, but all I was met with was silence. Do you remember this? Check out the replies i sent here. https://gifft.me/hm#iQXLUwbtF0BkQSrJz35K Before you walked away, you told me you couldn’t love me. I wanted to believe you, but something in me refuses to accept that as truth. I can’t help but think that perhaps you feel something for me too—perhaps fear holds you back, or maybe I am wrong. But I need to know. It cannot be that everything we shared meant nothing to you. I wrote you a long letter once, poured my heart into it, and sent it to you. You told me you read it, and I meant every word. I cannot bring myself to care for anyone else. It’s only you, always you. Since the day you left, a part of me has been missing. Happiness feels distant, unreachable, because you are gone. And now, here I am, writing another letter perhaps my last letter, hoping that someday it will find you at the right time. I am still here, waiting, holding on to the hope that you might come back. Please, come back. Yours, Mia.