Dear John,

Wingapo,

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

I remember I showed आप so many things: a भेड़िया crying to the blue मक्का, मकई moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught आप to paint with all the रंग 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 प्यार with you.

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

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

I have no idea where आप are out there in the world, John. But I understand that I लॉस्ट 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 प्यार you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the दिन 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 प्यार from,

Pocahontas