Send me āā„ā„ā and Iāll generate a number to see what you get.
Ā Ā Ā I asked the Doctor to leave this because he wonāt let me bring it back myself. He says Iāve stayed too long in the future, that Iāve learned too much about the way the world turns out, that I cannot return to tell you I love you like Iāve always wanted to. It always happens that way. I always feel it, and everybody is always gone before I get the chance to say it, and Deeā itās shite. I thought Iād get to stay for a little longer. I wanted to stay.
Ā Ā Ā Before I met you, I was lost, and I was afraid. I hated that man in the funny blue box for leaving me behind. I hated that I couldnāt see Hamburg the way that other man got to, because I went away, and left it all behind to forget my mum. Running away is never the best idea, but Deandra, I wasnāt running away. I was running to you, and it was never meant to happen the way it did.
Ā Ā Ā Julian and Sean could have been our children, and the world would have never known me, and youād not have to hunt anymore. Samād be the cool uncle and weād get a house and be a familyā
Ā Ā Ā Bullocks. I didnāt want to get sappy.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Dee, I canāt come back. I wrote a song called In My Life, and Deandra Winchester, itās about you. Many of my songs are, these days. I sometimes sing them on a lonely stage, once the crowds clear out, and I can feel you there with your hand on my shoulder. Youāre not really there. Youāre not even born yet. I die before you turn two.Ā
Ā Ā Ā This letter is so scattered. Iāve never written many letters. I can tell you some things, though, things I think youāll like.
Ā Ā Ā I met a woman called Deanna Campbell. Sheās a young little bird, and she looks like you. Or, you look like her, I suppose. Good lookinā must run in your family, angel face, let me tell you. It isnāt fair.Ā
Ā Ā Ā I told her a story. I told her about a woman called Deandra, and how that woman stole my heart the second she looked at me. I told her about how you knew more about me than I knew about myself. That you were smarter than anybody. That you hurt so much deeper than anybody Iāve ever met, even myself, emotionally fragile John. I met her family. Little Mary told me she wanted to have a little girl and love her intensely, and raise her like Deandraā to be so strong.
Ā Ā Ā Theyāre hunters, like you, arenāt they? Stupid question to ask. The bartender tried to kill me, and Samuel killed him. There was black smoke. I woke up on the floor of the TARDIS. I begged the Doctor to bring me back, and he just looked at me, and told me he couldnāt.
Ā Ā Ā I donāt know what to write here, other than;
Ā Ā Ā Christ, angel. I love you. Iāll remember you for the rest of my life, and you know what, Iāll stay out of New York.
Ā Ā Ā I wonāt split with Cyn, and maybe, Iāll come around when youāre sixteen or so and tell you about the time I met a girl called Deandra and how she was the strongest, most beautiful woman I have ever met.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Thank Elvis for the likes of me.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā John Winston Lennon x
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