Dear John,
Wingapo,
I miss you. I miss toi so much it hurts. I am forever grateful that toi took a bullet for my father but it broke my cœur, coeur when toi left- but I knew it was for the best- toi needed to get healed, the only chance toi had of surviving was if toi went back to England.
I remember I showed toi so many things: a loup crying to the blue blé, maïs moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught toi to paint with all the couleurs 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 l’amour with you....
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