Breaking Up Is Never Easy

Dear Pro Evolution Soccer 2009,
This is something that I hoped you and I could avoid but now, looking back, I see the path to heartbreak was simply inevitable. Let me preface the proceeding letter by letting you know that I will always cherish the time we spent together and a part of my heart will always beat to the PES tune. This is neither fun nor easy for me, but it is something I have to do. I have to walk away from you. I'm sorry Pro Evo but we are through.

Please, don't say anything or try to win me back. Just pack your bags and leave. It's harsh, I know, but it's what I need right now and you stopped caring about my needs a long time ago. You can't sway my decisions by bringing up the impeccable gameplay that you used to offer or the attention to real life soccer physics that made me fall in love with you in the first place, so many years ago. We've been through a lot, you and I, and I thank you for everything you've given me, but surely you must know that I wasn't going to put up with your refusal to change forever. Maybe we were both being naive: you thinking that I'd stick around even with your outdated graphics, lack of official licensing and mediocre online play and me thinking that next year would be different. It's best if we both agree that mistakes were made and move on with our lives.

The truth is I was willing to put up with your shortcomings when you were a superior title. It was easy to look past them when you gave me the best. But you're no longer the best. That's a tough pill to swallow. You're like an attractive girl who doesn't give head. Well, guess what, I've found someone hotter and continuing the simile from the previous sentence, the game gives amazing blodia. I'm not shallow, I just have high expectations that you were no longer able to meet.

I think you know who I'm playing now. It's Fifa. That must sting your pride given how I swore to stay loyal to you. In the past I would have been the first one to defend your honor; now it's near impossible to see you favorably in comparison. This shouldn't come as a surprise and, in fact, has been coming for some time. I'm just one of the last ones out the door.

So, where does that leave us going forward? Come talk to me again when you figure things out for yourself. I'm happy now and I expect you to respect that. Maybe this is the wake up call you need to get back to doing what you do best: bringing gamers the best goddamn soccer title out there. To see you land back on your feet would give me great pleasure and should you turn things around maybe I can see you again. As friends. You broke my heart, Pro Evo, and that wound is going to take a long time to heal.

I'm leaving now. Like I said, don't follow me. Let's make a clean break of it. I thank you for the hours of enjoyment you provided me. Good luck and good bye, old friend.

Best wishes,
The Fletchinator