Dear Netflix,
You have been with me through my loneliest nights, rainiest days, and hardest times. You helped me smile when I was recovering from getting my wisdom teeth out (even though it hurt.. a lot) and you gave my roommate and I something to do on quiet Friday nights. We had a connection that went further than the wifi but I guess the time has come to change the password on our friendship. My show ended. And it hurt.
What am I supposed to do now when I am trying to avoid homework or having to go out with friends? You have left me sitting at my desk staring at my paper, wishing there was just one more date. One more episode. One more chance to feel that warm feeling of sitting in my bed watching our story unfold. But you just had to end it.
Breaking up with you was the hardest moment of this series. I felt my world stop, my heart sink, and I cried. But I guess I have to move on, find another story to love and forget about you. A new series of ups and downs, tears and joy. Maybe we will reconnect again, but right now I need some time. I have to digest the ending and regain some emotional strength. Someday we will meet again at our favorite place- my bed.
Love,
Your Netflixer
