Dear John,

Wingapo,

I miss you. I miss te so much it hurts. I am forever grateful that te took a bullet for my father but it broke my cuore when te left- but I knew it was for the best- te needed to get healed, the only chance te had of surviving was if te went back to England.

I remember I showed te so many things: a lupo crying to the blue mais moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught te to paint with all the colori 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 Amore with you.

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

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

I have no idea where te are out there in the world, John. But I understand that I Lost 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 Amore you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the giorno 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 Amore from,

Pocahontas