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.

It's amazing what Ты can do in such a small time.

The problem with time is that eventually time always runs out.

I have no idea where Ты are out there in the world, John. But I understand that I Остаться в живых the right to know these things long ago.

But tonight, tonight you're here with me.

Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever.

I Любовь you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the день that you’ll take me in your arms again.

Please write back John, tell me everything, that way we can still be with each other even though your half a world away.

Ana,

With Любовь from,

Pocahontas