Dear John,
There’s so much I want to say 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 I’ve spent with you have been the happiest in my life?
Or that in the short time I’ve known you, I’ve come to believe
that we were meant to be together? I could say 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, holding your hand and watching for
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 meant to me. It made what
we had seem even more special, and that’s how I 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 to
do. Wherever you are and no matter what’s going on in your
life, when it’s the fi rst night of the full moon—like it was the fi rst
time we met—I want you to fi nd 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, we can make this last
forever.
I love you, John Tyree, and I’m going to hold you to the promise
you once made to me. If you come back, I’ll marry you. If you
break your promise, you’ll break my heart.
Love,
Savannah
