Dear John,

Wingapo,

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

I remember I showed 你 so many things: a 狼 crying to the blue 玉米 moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught 你 to paint with all the 颜色 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 爱情 with you.

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

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

I have no idea where 你 are out there in the world, John. But I understand that I 迷失 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 爱情 you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the 日 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 爱情 from,

Pocahontas