I tried to come up with a better way to say this, but there wasn't one.
There's something about us that doesn't feel right anymore. Something between us that's changed. It's been on my mind for a while, and, in the last few weeks back home, I finally figured oiut what it was.
I grew up.
But you're still the same. Deep down, you're still that half-kid I met when I was still young but I'm just not that person anymore. No matter how much the reflection in the mirror stays the same, I feel older every day. I'm older than my mom was when she had me first.
While you're still you.
And that doesn't feel right anymore. I need something else. Maybe it's maturity, an adult feeling that's more complex. More than just pretending to be grown ups. I can't pretend to be that young anymore.
That's why I think it's time to call it a day. I'm sorry. I won't be coming back. I hope you can understand why.
Thanks for the last ten years. I have no regrets. That's I think it's best if we leave it here, before things start to fester either of us start regretting anything. I never want to regret being around you. I'll still smile when I think of you, and all the things we did. it really was fun. I hope you still want to be friends. I want to stay in touch.
Most of all, I hope you finally find your own place in the world.
I'll see you around, Jet
-Ford.
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I forgot Ford appearrs in some of the emails around TMoM, even when she doesn't appearr in the story proper and never had a role in it. But when the question of 'Why does Ford stay with Jet?' comes up and there's no real answer, maybe the answer has to be that she doesn't. And why would she leave?
Whether I fail at giving these people their own lives or not is on me - it's a total skill fail. But I wanted them to.
There's something about us that doesn't feel right anymore. Something between us that's changed. It's been on my mind for a while, and, in the last few weeks back home, I finally figured oiut what it was.
I grew up.
But you're still the same. Deep down, you're still that half-kid I met when I was still young but I'm just not that person anymore. No matter how much the reflection in the mirror stays the same, I feel older every day. I'm older than my mom was when she had me first.
While you're still you.
And that doesn't feel right anymore. I need something else. Maybe it's maturity, an adult feeling that's more complex. More than just pretending to be grown ups. I can't pretend to be that young anymore.
That's why I think it's time to call it a day. I'm sorry. I won't be coming back. I hope you can understand why.
Thanks for the last ten years. I have no regrets. That's I think it's best if we leave it here, before things start to fester either of us start regretting anything. I never want to regret being around you. I'll still smile when I think of you, and all the things we did. it really was fun. I hope you still want to be friends. I want to stay in touch.
Most of all, I hope you finally find your own place in the world.
I'll see you around, Jet
-Ford.
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I forgot Ford appearrs in some of the emails around TMoM, even when she doesn't appearr in the story proper and never had a role in it. But when the question of 'Why does Ford stay with Jet?' comes up and there's no real answer, maybe the answer has to be that she doesn't. And why would she leave?
Whether I fail at giving these people their own lives or not is on me - it's a total skill fail. But I wanted them to.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.