Dear John,

Wingapo,

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

I remember I showed anda so many things: a serigala, wolf crying to the blue jagung moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught anda to paint with all the Warna 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 Cinta with you.

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

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

I have no idea where anda 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 Cinta you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the hari 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 Cinta from,

Pocahontas