The heat in Kings Landing was not meant to me. I miss the cold days in Winterfell, but more than that I miss Jon.
The distance between us is huge and it hurts. Now he's at The Wall, I hate to think that I may never see him again. I was so dumb letting him go; maybe my love for him could make him stay.
He is the most amazing boy I ever met. His smile was like the sun, warming the coldest mornings in the North. He gives me courage, he is my example.
I wish that in some way we weren't related so I could spend the rest of my life by his side, share sheets with him and give him beautiful babies that would turn out to be great soldiers as their parents.
But now he's standing there, and he is covered with ice. And I'm here, melting to death. We were meant to each other. I'm his summer and he's my winter, and we were made to be separated, but one cannot live without the other. Together we would be complete, but destine sucks.
I just wish he knew…