We used to be so good together

Weeeellll, what can I say? Takealot, you were my soul mate, my one and only. I loved you so much. Everytime I needed something, you were there. You were there in a flash with all the bells, whistles and pretty trimmings. Short before long, your trimmings dropped away and I was left with naked presents to self every time. Not cool, man, not cool. Then, further down our relationship, you started stalking me. You were everywhere on my phone, my computer, just everywhere I went. I had to block you on every channel so that you could stop harassing me. So, as relationships go, in the end, I decided to give you one more chance. After all, I do think you might have made a few mistakes along the way and I thought that perhaps you'd matured a little and fixed the errors of your ways. But alas, no such luck. I made a purchase on your (in)famous Black Friday sale, which is just really one of your niceties you put out so that I can think you might have changed some. I was disillusioned once again. I see you're with someone else now. In fact, not just with one other, but with a few others. I thought those are good friends, but they're not. You make promises on their behalf that you know you can't keep. Yet, I believe every word you say. Your friends disappoint me terribly. As I wait and wait for that date, you disappoint me again. I sit here, all dolled up, waiting, waiting and you drop me like a led ball. Not cool, man, not cool. I really thought you loved me, your beloved customer, my ex-soulmate. Now, I sit here empty-handed, tears welling up in my weary eyes, wondering what I did wrong. I guess you're just not that into me. Okay, Takealot, I get it. You don't love me anymore and that's okay. I'm sure I'll find another some day. Take care, my ex-best friend, I will move on and be fine without you. Bye... Forever