Dear John,
Wingapo,
I miss you. I miss آپ so much it hurts. I am forever grateful that آپ took a bullet for my father but it broke my دل when آپ left- but I knew it was for the best- آپ needed to get healed, the only chance آپ had of surviving was if آپ went back to England.
I remember I showed آپ so many things: a بھیڑیا crying to the blue مکئی moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught آپ to paint with all the colors 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 love with you....
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