For IsadoraPotterFan

Dear Makayla,

I miss you. I miss you very much. I know it is impossible to be by your side again and hear your voice and reminisce together but I want it very badly. I miss spending time with you, I know that's a strange thing to miss but I do miss it.

Luckily, the place I am staying in is quite nice. I'm pretty lonely though. I don't get many visitors this far out of the way of roads. Today I woke up pretty late and drank some tea with breakfast. I drank peppermint this morning and it reminded me of you. I ate a bit of a leftover scone and have now sat down to write you this letter. So if there ends up being little butter smears on the paper, blame the scone.

How are you? How have you been? Are you healthy and well? I've been fine, I suppose, though sometimes I feel like nothing is right in the world. I think that might have something to do with loss. I've learned, through great trials, that I haven't dealt well with loss.

I've been painting recently, watercolours are very soothing and fun to play with. Abstract watercolour paintings are nice to do because you can use them to get out any sort of emotion you need to. I've made many paintings about grief and loss. They use a lot of colours, purples, reds, and even deep greys. I want to show you them but I don't have any sort of camera with me right now.

What have you been doing? I've talked a lot about myself but what are you doing?

I miss you a lot. I know it's strange but I've really been missing you recently. It's lonely up here, as I've previously said, and thinking about spending more time with you is keeping me happy. I know a lot of this is probably pretty romantic-sounding but I mean it all in the most platonic, best friends, you are basically like my sibling, sort of way.

See, now I'm worried about you thinking that I'm in love with you, or, if you were in love with me, thinking that I don't love you. But there really isn't anything I can do about that because you are so incredibly far away from me and we can't call because I am on the run. Makayla, you have no idea how worried about this I am.

Please write back to me and tell me how you feel about this because I may have just worked myself up about it.

Much Love,

Wanda Maximoff