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\nThis isn\u2019t an easy letter\u00a0to write. I mean, we\u2019ve been through so much together\u2026 Remember the good old\u00a0days, back when\u00a0everything was new and exciting? You were even trying to disrupt\u00a0vowels then<\/a>!<\/p>\n Oh how innocent we were. How full of hope for the possibility of a 140-character microblogging service. For the joy it could bring, and the good we could do together \u2014 even just with SMS<\/a>.<\/p>\n Now I look back and I just feel numb.<\/p>\n What you did yesterday<\/a> finally made me see it, Jack. You can\u2019t hurt me anymore. All those years I was pouring my heart into 140-character snippets, eagerly retweeting the wisdom I saw bubbling up all around me, engaging in conversations with interesting strangers \u2014 but\u00a0how did you repay so much goodwill? With coldness, Jack. With indifference.<\/p>\n Thing is, you\u00a0never really listen.<\/p>\n Sure, you drifted away for a while. You had that new role \u2014 playing at being\u00a0chairman of the board. Maybe you had started feeling rejected too<\/a>. But instead of reaching out, like you could have, and listening to what I really needed, you retreated. You shrugged and said \u2018not my problem\u2019. You gave me the cold shoulder.<\/p>\n