Dear John,
Wingapo,
I miss you. I miss Du so much it hurts. I am forever grateful that Du took a bullet for my father but it broke my herz when Du left- but I knew it was for the best- Du needed to get healed, the only chance Du had of surviving was if Du went back to England.
I remember I showed Du so many things: a wolf crying to the blue mais moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught Du to paint with all the Farben 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 Liebe with you.
It's amazing what Du can do in such a small time.
The problem with time is that eventually time always runs out.
I have no idea where Du 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 Liebe you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the Tag 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 Liebe from,
Pocahontas
Wingapo,
I miss you. I miss Du so much it hurts. I am forever grateful that Du took a bullet for my father but it broke my herz when Du left- but I knew it was for the best- Du needed to get healed, the only chance Du had of surviving was if Du went back to England.
I remember I showed Du so many things: a wolf crying to the blue mais moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught Du to paint with all the Farben 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 Liebe with you.
It's amazing what Du can do in such a small time.
The problem with time is that eventually time always runs out.
I have no idea where Du 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 Liebe you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the Tag 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 Liebe from,
Pocahontas