Blog 4 - Dear John

Dear Juan,
Happy new year! I'm leaving you. With you over yonder defending freedom in a glorious war against the Panamanians, I have been stranded here, alone, with only the Nicaraguan summer to comfort me. I know that you left only 2 months ago, but I can't stand your absence. Every cricket I hear has your voice in it. All I've done these past months is worry about you, about whether you're alive, or if your doing well. I can't do it any more.
In truth we weren't made for each other, you know that, me being a nun and all. I knew that it wouldn't work. Juan, you always yelled so loud about the littlest things, and I don't miss that. Juan, you always used the Lord's name in vain, and I don't miss that either. You have such a temper that you probably haven't made it this far into the letter because you've already ripped it up. Juan, I don't want to hurt you, but it wouldn't work even if you were here with me. As hard as I try, I can't understand your lifestyle, and God knows you can't understand mine. We're through because you always flip the table over when you get mad, because you call the convent a dump, and because I met a nice man named Ricardo who treats me right. Godspeed Juan, I'll never forget you.
Con Amor De, Maria