The break-upBy Wade Kwon
Posted in a bulletin earlier today â€¦
I didnâ€™t mean for it to come to this, but I think itâ€™s for the best. Weâ€™ve had some laughs, some IMs, some fun comment trades.
But letâ€™s face it â€“ it was never gonna last. Youâ€™re into memes; Iâ€™m into videos. You like animated morphing icons; I like glittery signs.
Weâ€™re just too different.
Letâ€™s just be MySpace friends.
I still remember the first time you messaged me, with that cute semicolon wink and that come-hither pic. I left you that romantic comment, â€œYo, thanks for the add, sexy thang!!!!!!â€
Iâ€™ve never felt that way about someone, and Iâ€™m afraid I never will again. Of my 427 MySpace friends, youâ€™ll always be in my Top 8.
I think weâ€™ve drifted apart, just going through the motions lately. Remember when youâ€™d find some wild site that generates your Secret Service code name, or a looooonnnng questionnaire about your last job / vacation / surgery / pet / meal. Youâ€™d post a comment that instant, so excited, so full of life.
And weâ€™d spend hours watching YouTube videos together, like the kid who dances like a puppet on crack, or the one with the car that looks like itâ€™s driving underwater. Good times.
Lately, I feel like, I dunno, youâ€™re into other movies, music, television, books and groups. I thought I knew you after these three weeks together, but maybe not. Itâ€™s cool, though.
But then you changed your profile song. Our song. That Nick Lachey song was more than the way I felt about you â€“ it was like a metaphor for love and life and being connected. It totally rocked.
Thatâ€™s when I knew. Maybe you didnâ€™t have the heart to say it, but you knew deep down. I donâ€™t blame you, or me.
Even when others commented on how we wouldnâ€™t last, I knew weâ€™d prove them wrong. I even wrote in my MySpace blog: â€œI know weâ€™ll prove them wrong.â€ It got 7 kudos and no comments, so that shows I wasnâ€™t making it all up.
Who am I kidding? That a boy from Boringtown and a girl from *hottsylvania* could make it work. Sorry it had to end this way, but no harm no foul, right?
Keep the photo montages, I want you to have them, to remember me by. And Iâ€™ll think of you as â€œOnline Now,â€ even when you arenâ€™t.
Donâ€™t block me, babe, because I want to be in your extended network for as long as I have this screen name and layout.
Youâ€™re a special girl, and I had fun witcha. Hold on to the good times, and donâ€™t let the bastards get you down and all that. Iâ€™ll holla soon, when Iâ€™m ready. Wooooooo! Wooooooo.
Weâ€™ll always have Tom.
~~ Copy this bulletin seven times for luck! IT WORKS!!