Dear John,
Wingapo,
I miss you. I miss আপনি so much it hurts. I am forever grateful that আপনি took a bullet for my father but it broke my হৃদয় when আপনি left- but I knew it was for the best- আপনি needed to get healed, the only chance আপনি had of surviving was if আপনি went back to England.
I remember I showed আপনি so many things: a নেকড়ে crying to the blue ভূট্টা moon, the grinning bobcat, mountains, I taught আপনি to paint with all the রঙ 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 প্রণয় with you....
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