Dear John, I had such hopes for you; you were strong, you were healthy, you could fight Medusa and Leroy and their boss. But I now have to admit I was wrong. You wiped tears away, and I thought they were because you were sensitive to our serfdom; again I was wrong. They were tears of joy for yourself, or you couldn't have done to us, what you're doing. Where is your strength, your honor? After Denny--really, Denny-- could you have a rollover name more apparent? I held out hope for you, but that is gone. Why did you let them separate us? Why did you fold so that I can never respect you again? I miss what was never real. Dear John, Dear John... you know how this goes......