There comes a time in every woman’s life when she must admit that her dreams will never be realized. That time has come in my life with my hopes for you.
Since before most people had ever even heard of a name like “Kanye”, I supported you. I just knew you were going to be a huge star and had talent beyond measure. I delved into the world of Kanye, learning all about this unique, charmingly irresistible individual. For years, I lived and breathed Kanye West.
Despite some bumps along the road, I never once doubted that you were a sincere and kind person. When others accused you of arrogance, I was assured that you were simply confident, yet not overly so. When others were annoyed by your temper tantrums and outbursts, I thought “how passionate and human.”
So when tragedy struck — your mother passed, I knew it would be hard for you. You were so close to your mother; she was your best friend and greatest supporter. So when you began to act out of character, quite unlike the Kanye I’d known and loved, I excused it. Everyone deals with grief in their own way. I hoped and wished you’d get better in time.
But you didn’t.
And it seems you never will — You are solidly the new Kanye. The new Kanye that is all about money, image, clothes, and women. The new Kanye who sells $6,000 shoes and is associated with a new woman every week. The new Kanye who thinks it’s perfectly okay to trash talk ex-girlfriends and bring them to tears.
And if that’s who you have decided you want to be, I have to accept that. I can no longer wish, dream, and hope that some day you will come to your senses and start making music that matters, start doing things that matter. So, I’ll just have to give up my “Kanye’s #1 Fan” cap. There is no longer the Kanye I adored. It’s like you passed away.
I’ll always remember you though — the old you. I’ll still listen to your old music and reminisce, remembering the times when Kanye West was more than just another made for TV rapper. It may take some time for my knee jerk reaction to defend you to subside to defend you. But it will in time, because all I have now are memories… It’s over.