Dear John Letter for the Walking Dead

The wedding ring was in my pocket, but she’ll never know. Two months ago she looked at me with love and tears in her eyes as she said that she would do anything for me, marry me, have my children, you get the drift. She was the love of my life, well… “was” being the operative word. Before going further she needed some time to get out of a bad place, and so I gave her that time. Several weeks later, which were an eternity for me, we went on one date, and I was happy as a clam. But she was holding something back, and I didn’t push it. Best to leave sleeping dogs lie, right? Then two weeks of silence. A bad sign. Finally another date, but on this one you didn’t need to be a fortune teller to see it was one of those “we need to chat” situations – but without the chat. We saw Dawn of the Dead, the 2004 remake, and although it was a pristine 35mm print (thanks Universal!) it was still, in retrospect, a bad choice. I’m an idiot that way. The next day I got the “Dear John” letter. Geez, was the movie that bad? “As much as I like you, and love you, I don’t want to be with you.” Suddenly I’m that guy on the roof of the gun store, surrounded by zombies, and running out of food, but at least in those scant few weeks leading up to that night, the wedding ring never left my pocket. READ MORE