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 jantung 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 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....
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