I am from here on out, in the midst of giants. My colleague and long time companion has fallen in to the depths of a porcelain grave. As she blinks only on life support I fear there is no coming back to see the light. We have been through so many triumphs and faults, quarrels and exuberant tales of glory that even in her dying wake she will not be forgotten. As she lies on her deathbed of rice, brown and white I shall tell her tale.
She was so beautiful when I saw her in the store, so flamboyant and flirtatious with her quad core processor and five-inch screen, I measured when she was asleep. When I was looking at the other competition she out of all the others always seemed to catch my eye from across the room, she would wink as if almost to whisper, “I’m not that easy.” She had me from that moment on, her ability to beat around the bush and get straight to the point just fascinated me I guess.
For the longest time we never truly understood each other, she was just as complex as I, and I being selfish in my ways never took the time to open up to her. But when we did it sparked magic between us, we could accomplish anything. She wing manned me and I downloaded battery usage apps and storage managers for her, we were a team.
We never fought but she did slip away from me a few times, and only once did it leave any marks. She never did tell me the time that I let her down, she was so stubborn, but her backside was scorn with resentment, shattered. I looked to repair her but she wouldn’t allow it, she said, “You never changed for me why should I change for you.” I learned to cover her marks, some covers worked better than others, but towards the end we met in the middle with a wonderful little black Diztronic soft case, she picked it out, Amazon suggestions helped.
As I attempt to drown my sorrows with Makers Mark, ice, bitters, and sweet vermouth I look above and wonder what hath at stake for the rest of us. There will be a small reception at ‘We Buy Your Broken Phones Co.’ truly the only ones I expect there are me . . . and retail sales representative on duty. Post cards and other messages can be received through email, mail, or Facebook if you so inquire; they are not mandatory but very appreciated. (The last line pertains to the point where I will no longer have the use of my phone and the only form of contact with me will be through the options listed about, granted I have WiFi) Till we meet again Miss Lazer, you will be missed.