Ten years ago, I was dumb enough to let Mia de la Cruz slip through my fingers. I knew her quiet and reserved nature was the opposite of mine and what I had in store for my life, and I figured it would be best for her to be the one to make the first move. That way, I’d know without a doubt she wanted me despite it. My intentions were there, but the execution wasn’t, which is why I finished high school having to admire my girl from a distance.
