Dear JavaScript, I Hope this Email Finds You Well...

Dear JavaScript,

I hope this email finds you well. I feel like I owe you an explanation about what went down between us a few months ago. Everything happened so fast and now that the dust has settled, Ive had a chance to look back and unpack a lot of the emotions involved. At the very least, I owe you an apology. So, JavaScript (JS), Im sorry.

I remember when I first met you, I was nobody. I didnt even exist. At the time, I think I was dating PHP. She was good for me, but we never had that spark. When you walked into the room at that party in the East Village, I felt my heart drop. Yes, you were a little out there, a bit all over the map, but you were stunning; a beautiful mess that I couldnt take my eyes off.

We got to chatting and we had a lot in common. We could both be spontaneous, and to our detriment, a little unpredictable. You could be a number, a string, or an object; it didnt fucking matter. And it turned me on. After the party, you came back to my apartment for the night. Ive never been with someone so flexible.

Weve had our ups and downs. I guess lately, weve been fighting a lot. Sometimes I just dont get your indecisiveness. Like that night at dinner when you suddenly changed into an array without warning. I was so angry, but I still loved you. And I know, I know - Im not perfect either. Especially in the early days of our relationship when I thought class components were the future. But you stuck with me because you knew, like me, I was a free spirit. We embraced our chaos together.

Then I met someone else.

I didnt mean to fall in love with TypeScript (TS), it just sort of happened.

Honestly, when I first met TS, I couldnt stand her. We met at a party. I remember her repeatedly complaining about the exits at the bar not being up to code. I found her incredibly off-putting. She kept yelling at me about the exit situation, but the messages out of her mouth made little sense.

Heres the thing, JS. Ive been floating around aimlessly now for a while. My life is a bit of mess. I dont really care about much anymore. Sometimes I pass props into components and I dont even use them because nobody checks anyways. I dont even bother removing console logs anymore. Im not blaming you. But sometimes I think our being together only exacerbated the problem for us both. I needed someone more stable. Someone with a plan.

I have to get this off my chest. Yes, I was with TS at the end of our relationship. After that party, I went back to her place. I dont really know why. She was such a know-it-all. But nothing really happened. We just held hands, that's all. The rest of the time she asked me about my goals in life and if I wanted children. We talked about our families. She went to private school on the East Coast and her father is in banking. Theyre Duke fans.

Things are good now with TS. She makes me a better man. But, and I have to be honest here, I still think about you. TS never wants to experiment or try new things. If we dont go to our favorite Italian place on Friday nights, she loses her mind. I think she has OCD. Shes not you. Sometimes when Im with her, I think about you. I know thats wrong, but, Id be lying if I said I didnt still love you.

So for what its worth, Im truly sorry.

Anyway, next month Ill be in your neck of the woods. If youre not busy, maybe we can catch up and grab a drink?

Yours truly,

React