I will admit — you did not have me at hello. Quite frankly, I found you to be immature. I thought you only cared about trivial things, such as what Taylor Swift’s most recent ex said about her. I simply did not have time for such mindless nonsense. I had Facebook stalking to do.
But here I am now, on my hands and knees, begging you to forgive me. I am sorry I laughed at your silly blue bird. I am sorry I called you the Internet’s creepy little sibling. You deserve better.
I guess I was being haughty. I didn’t mean to act like I was better than you. I was intimidated and insecure. I always considered myself a fairly technologically sound person, but, you, Twitter, were different.
You left me clueless, speechless! I feared I lacked the attention span, time and wit to come up with grammatically correct 140-character responses to impress you (because really — how many ways are there to cleverly say, “I am sleeping,” anyway?).
I have changed, Twitter.
As an aspiring journalist, I think you will bring out the best in me. Now, the more I get to know you, the more I realize how great we are for each other. I finally see everything you have to offer.
I am amazed at how professional you can be. I resented you for trying to make me use “u” instead of “you,” but it is clear to me now. You simply want to teach me new things. You help me learn how to make my writing concise. I initially hated your pressure to be clever and entertaining, but now I see that writing a news headline is no different.
You force me to make my point in the least annoying way possible, and I should be thanking you for that.
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