I slept with you.
When it was dark, I turned to you to show the way.
My fingers itched for you when I couldn’t find you.
I counted on you to wake me up.
I documented my life with you.
I read books on you, let you guide me when I was lost, chose where to eat because of you. And yet…
You left me. You took a suicidal dive, and now you are gone.
Now I have the stars in my pocket. I never would have left you if your new camera wasn’t crap. But now that I have, I miss iTunes, like I miss a kick in the head. And even though I have moved on, it makes me feel better to know that I can always return to you.
RIP iPhoniePants. RIP.