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....
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