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....
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