Dear Joe,

I've been wanting to say this for a while, but have never seemed to find a good time, what with holidays and executions and what not.  However, things being what they are I feel that I HAVE to say this or else I will simply go mad.

I feel like you and I are drifting apart, and that scares me.  We used to be so close....you'd be the first thing I thought of when I awoke in the morning and we'd enjoy each other over coffee.  I'd think of you alot and would come to see you during the day, often falling asleep still warm from your embrace.  You'd make me laugh and smile and I felt so WANTED when I was with you. Ah, those were the days, Joe....we were in love and so, so happy.

But lately.....well, I feel that you have grown tired of me.  Over the past year I've come looking for you only to find that you have changed, sometimes almost unrecognisably.  Now when I look at you I realize that I don't even know who you are anymore.  You've become so distant.....sometimes when I come to you you act as if you don't know who I am and I have to keep telling you my name before you remember me.  I thought at first that you might have Alzhemer's disease and almost made an appointment for you to see a neurologist, but then I realized that you treat OTHER people with recognition.  You remember THEIR names, but not mine.....why, Joe?  Why do you treat me with such disdain?  Haven't I been good to you?  Didn't I pay you all the attention you could ever want?  Didn't I treat you right?  Why are you doing this to me?  We used to be so GOOD together, Joe....it felt as if we could conquer the world!  And happy, we were so, so happy......

But that was then.  This is now....and now you treat me as a stranger.

You have broken my heart, Joe User.  You used me, you abused me; you chewed me up and you spat my mangled remains out of your mouth.  I am broken and you are at fault.  I may never recover from this - I hope that you can live with what you've done to me.

It's all your fault.

Love, Dharma.

P.S. We can still be the way we were if you promise to stop acting like you don't know who I am.

P.P.S. Call me?