Our story began many moons ago. It didn’t take long for you to woo me with your charm and charisma. Our blossoming romance was fast, furious and intense. I fell head over heels in love with you and could not get enough.
You brought joy to my life and fulfilled me in ways nothing else could. I smiled at you. I giggled at you. I laughed so hard I cried with you. Our love was magical and pure.
It was the best of times.
But then something changed.
You became too much for me to handle. It was like I couldn’t breathe, being smothered by your tether. My world began spinning out of control.
I tried so many ways to manage you and loosen your grip on my heart.
We needed some space in order to have a healthy relationship. But you insisted I be “all in” in order for our romance to continue.
I informed you that I needed some time to think before letting you know my final decision.
So many blissful memories kept creeping their way into my mind, reminding me of happier times.
But I had come so far in putting a stop to your vicious cycle of time suckage and lack of productivity.
I knew I had to be strong. I needed to stick with what I knew in my gut was right.
It was then that I broke the chains and began dating Facebook.
I’m happy to report that my relationship with Facebook is progressing. Much slower than our past love, Twitter. But I feel like this relationship has a much more solid foundation. We’re slowly getting to know each other and building trust.
It isn’t the whirlwind romance, full of rushes of excitement and emotion like ours was, but I have confidence that Facebook and I will be together until death do us part.
I hope that we can still be friends, Twitter. Because I still do like a wild Friday night every now and then.