Dear John,
%ere's so much I want to sy to you, but I'm not sure
where I should begin. Should I start by telling you that I love
you? Or that the days Ive spent with you have been the
happiest in my life? Or that in the short time Ive known you,
Ive mme to believe that we were meant to be together? I could
sy all those things and all would be true, but as I reread them,
all I can think is that I wish I were with you now, your
hand and watching your elusive smile.
In the future, I know I'll relive our time together a
thousand times. I'll hear your laughter and see your face and
feel your arms around me. I'm going to miss all of that, mom
than you can imagine. You're a rare gentleman, John, and I
treasure that about you. In all the time we were t)gether, you
never pressed me to sleep with you, and I can't tell you how
much that meant to me. It made what we had seem even mom
special, and that's how I always want to remember my time
with you. Like a pure whiæ light, breathtaking to behold.
I'll think about you every day. Part of me is scared that
there will come a time when you don't feel the same that
you'll somehow forget about what we shared, so this is what
I want to do. Wherever you are and no matter what's going on
in your life, when it's the first night of the full moon—like it
was the first time we met—I want you to find it in the nighttime
sky. I want you to think about me and the week we shared,
because wherever I am and no matter what's going on in my
life, that's exactly what I'll be doing. If we can't be together,
at least we can share that, and maybe between the two of us,
can make this last forever.
I love you, John qyree, and I'm going to hold you to the
promise you once made me. If you mme back, I'll many you.
If you break your promise, you'll break my heart
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