https://github.com/spree/spree/pull/6918
I’m sorry Spree. Its not you, its me. I’m not the right developer for you. Not a lot of developers are the right ones for you. But, maybe you’ve found one. And that’s great. I’m dating this new girl. Her names Solidus and we get a long a lot better. I’m sorry Spree, but we broke up.
I hope that the future is bright for you. I’m happy you’re receiving maintenance and that the future looks brighter for you. I hope you find happiness in the future.
I’m writing this letter because I need you to know that there’s a wound in my heart. A while back, a piece of my heart had your name on it, Spree. With FirstData coming into our relationship, we knew things had to end and we needed to both move on. This letter is so that we can move on from each other.
To help this process, I’m using George Lucas’s three commandments of break ups.
1. I will not phone call Spree.
2. I will not drive by Spree’s house and see what she’s doing.
3. I will not show up at her coffee shop.
I’m sorry Spree, but we broke up. Not watching. Unstaring. And most importantly: we can’t fork anymore.