Oh how I hate to write…
I called earlier, but you didn’t pick up the phone. Sorry I know it’s late.
I don’t know where to begin, although I suspect you can already guess what I’m about to say. There comes a time in a man’s life when he asks himself, “should i continue to design for a broken browser?” That time has come for me, and my answer is “no.” My decision is partly due to peer pressure, and mostly deep down I know it’s just not meant to be.
It’s not you, it’s me. You’re still the same girl I met 7 years ago. I guess the excitement of meeting someone so complex and polished at the time blinded me from seeing your true flaws. You’re vulnerable, insecure, and high maintenance. You don’t like to follow rules or play nice with others. I tried to tolerate you as much as I could, really. However a relationship can’t be built on tolerance alone. I can’t blame you for what you are and I have no intention of changing you. After all, you came from a rich family who spoiled you from the day you were born.
I don’t want to dwell on the negatives. The first few years with you were wonderful. You had me at “Download.” Remember that time(2001) when my PM asked me to make the page not refresh when submitting a form? I thought he was insane for asking the impossible. You came to my rescue, whispering “XMLHttpRequest” in my ears. Who would’ve guessed that little hack got so popular…
It’s time to move on, for both you and me. I hope we can remain as friends.
p.s. Feel free to keep everything in the Temp folder, you earned them.