Dear Jerry,

Gosh, I miss Yahoo (YHOO) you. It’s been two weeks and it feels like forever. I thought I could live without you, but I was wrong.

I've tried to move on. Really, I have. But I can’t turn on my Zune (MSFT) -- it’s like an iPod (AAPL) only not as cool -- without hearing a song that makes me want to puddle up.

All I can do is lie in a fetal position listening to Air Supply's Without You and think about how perfect we are for each other.

All my friends are making fun of me saying that I was scared. That mean Mr. Icahn keeps threatening you with those bullies he wants to put on the board. It makes me so mad I want to scream.

Please, Jerry. You could search (just writing that word made me cry) the world and you’ll never, ever find anyone who loves you like I do. Pleeeaaassseee. Pretty Please with a premium for the stock on top?

Just talk to me. We can work it out. I can change. I swear I can.

Love,
Steve