Cats and Dogs. What more could I say? John, despite what he thinks, is always dependable, reliable, and friendly. The thought that there may have been meaning to what I had said didn't even cross my mind. That it might have been what would save me later. Dana said that he was so lost that he was like a stray puppy, blinded by the thought that he might loose me. All he wanted was to save me, but he also proved that he cared. He cared so much that he would have stopped those organ donor surgeons with his bare fists if it came down to it. Everything that wasn't said, everything that could have been shared between us was shown, there would never need to be words. Now I sit in his car, wondering if when it all comes down, we will actually share our feelings. He pretends not feel anything, but I know that somewhere in there he knows how I feel and maybe even feels the same way. It hurts me to see him so. alone. Maybe someday, John. Someday.