Dear John,
theres so much i want to say to
you, but i'm not sure where i should begin.
should i start by telling you i love you? or that the days
i've spent with you have been the happiest of my life? or
that of the short time i've know you, i've came to
believe, that we were meant to be together? i could say all of
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.
holding 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, more than
you can imagine. you're a rare gentleman, john, and i
treasure that about you. in all the time we were together, you
never pressed me to sleep with you. and i can't tell you how
much that means to me. it made what we had seem even more
special, and thats how i'll always want to remember my time
with you. like a pure white 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 way. that
you'll somehow forget about what we shared, so this is what i
want you 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, then at least we can share that. and
maybe between the two of us, we can make it last forever.
i love you, John Tryee, and i'm going to hold you to the
promise you once made. if you come back, i'll marry you. if
you break your promise, you'll break my heart.
Love,
Savannah