Dear John,
Wingapo,
I miss you. I miss Ты so much it hurts. I am forever grateful that Ты took a bullet for my father but it broke my сердце when Ты left- but I knew it was for the best- Ты needed to get healed, the only chance Ты had of surviving was if Ты went back to England.
I remember I showed Ты so many things: a волк crying to the blue кукуруза moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught Ты to paint with all the Цвета of the wind.
There's a full moon tonight, it reminds me of you, half a world away.
A few days together, that's all it took, a few days for me to fall in Любовь with you....
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