Where would I be?

Dearest Scarlett,

I was filled with fear when I first layed eyes on you. You were a creature of masculinity Yet an eye of beauty fierce femininity. Your stare made me think of when I first rode a horse, my trainer Elise told me that a horse feels the everything you fear.
I had feared a lot, mostly my own self. But I hopped on, saddle et all, held my reins et trotted forward, never letting the past play forward.
Today I sit miles away, oceans away from you, et I know that wherever you are, your eyes shall always, for always,  in my head travel oceans away to see  me scream, “Scarlett not today!”

I suppose I think of you solemnly today. It’s been a year et exactly 12 months since you my darling et I parted.

Time masters the art of Farewell, non?

J’adore you my girl, my favorite girl,

Scarly. Scarletti. Scar.

Yours forever,

Kays