I don't know quite how to say this. It's never easy to leave someone who's been so important to one's life. But I have to do this for me. For my future. For my writing.
When it was good, it was REALLY good. I'd create, you'd implement, and things would go smoothly, right according to plan. But then you became erratic--you called it "spontaneous"--and I never knew if my words were safe with you. Sometimes you'd publish just like you used to, and in those moments, my love was as true and pure as it ever had been. Those were magical times.
But most of the time, I found myself drafting posts in another program before trying to save them as drafts with you...I'd been burned too many times, trying to save my drafts, only to have you figuratively toss them away. I did what I had to do, protect myself so I wouldn't get hurt.
A friend of mine set me up with someone new. His name is Typepad, which sounds much more mature and reliable than Blogspot. (Out, damn Blogspot. Who would have known the old site had so much glitch in him...)
You asked me how I know things will be better with him. I guess I don't know anything for sure. But if I stayed with you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I'd be constantly wondering if someone else would treat me better, more consistently, than you have.
I'm taking this step away from you, but toward myself and my future. I hope that you'll look back on the time we had together as I do--as a wonderful, important time, but one that was destined to be finite in duration.
So, I'm moving on. But I really hope we can stay friends, I'm including my forwarding address. I hope you'll visit.
Thanks for the memories. I'll never forget our special time together.