I still miss her every day. If I could find her it would be the greatest thing, she could be married now, have kids, whatever, but it would be enough for me just to know her again, to be a part of her life again, however small. I need to explain to her what went wrong. There are things she doesn't know that I need to tell her, I don't want to leave them unsaid forever. Nearly one year later, believe it or not, they found each other.
Technology is cool.
My name is Myla. My Dad told me he'd made my name up, which is all I can remember as far my name's history. When folks hear my name for the first time, it varies. No really, it is. And if your name is Myla, you probably know exactly what I'm talking about.