Dear Final Fantasy XII,
I just want you to know that I care. I do. I know I've been very distant lately but I do still care. You have no idea how much I do. But, despite everything that I feel, I know that it's time that we must part and go our separate ways. I know this must hurt but I want you to know that this in no way reflects upon you. It's me. It's always been me.
I remember the first time I saw you with my roommate. He seemed a little uninvested and I couldn't understand why. A few years went by and you were always in the back of my mind. Right up until that fateful day all those months ago when I finally stepped into Best Buy and walked out clutching you in my hand.
Others have told me they, like my roommate, started something they couldn't finish with you. But being the hard-headed man that I am, I didn't listen. You just seamlessly fit the type I guess. My type. You had the look and the feel of everything that I want in an RPG. And, I want you to know that for the first few weeks you were just that and so much more.
But, with time I began to realize that it wasn't working out. You looked so much better when I first saw you in Pan house all those years ago. But, at the risk of sounding very shallow, I'm not sure I'm as attracted to you visually anymore. Your story begins to drag after the first 10 hours of play and frankly, I couldn't care less about any of your protagonists. Seriously, I thought Zidane was kind of a punk bitch but Vaan sets the new standard.
I know this isn't going to sit well with you, but, I've moved on. Her name is Final Fantasy XIII. I was playing the other night and my brother walked in on me and asked me if I was crying. I said, "No, I think I just Eyegasmed." Maybe I'm just doomed to forever fall for a game and then bow out once I get tired of it. Take care of yourself, FFXII. Keep in touch and I hope we can eventually just stay friends.
Forever Yours,
Probably like half the people that have played this game
