Dear John. I've never written a “Dear John” before, and I feel very old fashioned, or romantic, or nostalgic, or really just like my normal self, only different. Who was the original John? I envision him in army fatigues, or something a little smarter, like a lieutenant's uniform. Handsome and young. Freshly shaved and scrubbed clean. Dear John, or Unwelcome lover who I no longer want in my life, And here I thought I'd rid myself of you for good. I patched the weak spots and filled the open spots, making myself impenetrable, stronger, a wall. And I think of other fortified walls, and their collapses, like Jericho or Berlin, and no those do not fit. My wall is still standing, but you, you sneaky rat, you crawled up and over like a stealth ninja, and wiggled your way in. Remember last time? Years ago? I threw you out, no niceties, no sugar coating, no room for misunderstanding. Kicked you past the curb and turned my back. So why did you think you could come back into my life? I don't want you here. I will not stand for it. Please leave me be. Goodbye.