Dear John,
Wingapo,
I miss you. I miss bạn so much it hurts. I am forever grateful that bạn took a bullet for my father but it broke my tim, trái tim when bạn left- but I knew it was for the best- bạn needed to get healed, the only chance bạn had of surviving was if bạn went back to England.
I remember I showed bạn so many things: a chó sói, sói crying to the blue ngô moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught bạn to paint with all the màu sắc 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 tình yêu with you....
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