Dear John,

Wingapo,

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

I remember I showed tu so many things: a lobo crying to the blue maíz moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught tu to paint with all the colores 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 amor with you.

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

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

I have no idea where tu are out there in the world, John. But I understand that I lost 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 amor you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the día 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 amor from,

Pocahontas