Dear John, How I miss you so. The hands of the clock move so slowly and I could only wonder how you are. Words, are not enough to let you know how I love you so. But the fear in my heart remains. Would you forget me? Or would I simply be a memory, a part of a past that's easily forgotten? Like a woman of the desert, I wait for the love that has gone across the dunes to seek out a war that's been going on for centuries. I gaze at the moon, hoping that your promise will never be broken. I long for the smell of your hair, the touch of your hand. But I could only wish, but never have. I miss you. And hope that at the end of the day, you could also see the tears that falls down from my eyes... Love, Savannah Lynn