Dear MySpace, I Miss You. Please Come Back
Hello Old Friend,
I wanted to take the time to talk to you. It’s been a while. We used to be so close and I betrayed you. There is no one else to blame, but myself. I thought I had found someone better and I ran. I didn’t look back at first. I jumped on board to the next new thing. I forgot what a comforting friend you were. You were most peoples’ firsts, but just like me, they too ran to the next new thing.
Since our time together, so many have tried to be you. You set the bar high, but no one could replicate your charm. You allowed us to be unique little butterflies, spreading our wings in a world of creativity.
I enjoy the ones that caused your rapid downfall, I cannot deny that. However, sometimes I miss the good old days. I miss my old friend.
I miss the way you looked. I miss the way you let me choose the music. I miss the way you let me express my creativity. I miss the way you taught me new skills. I miss the way you let me talk about my favorite movies in the way of mini icons. I miss you.
Sure, the new guys are great and all, but they don’t let me be me. The new guys want me to be a perfect and fake version of myself. The new guys don’t care about what music I like. The new guys don’t let me decorate my space.
Unlike those new guys, you greeted us with a new friend. Our dear friend Tom was our first friend with you, he greeted us with a cheerful smile. You don’t see Mark doing that.
Dear old friend, I am sorry we betrayed you and allowed you to whither and go by the wayside. The old adage goes, you don’t know what you have till it’s gone.