My Phone is Dead

My ever faithful phone is dying, if not dead.

I think it's the flex cable.

Shed even just a tear for it, will you? It has been my one and only trusty companion for over two years.



It has seen me laugh my heart out...
It has offered its shoulder when I was in tears...
And it has been something more than just a phone to me.



I treated it as an extension of myself, always looking for it when it escapes my sight. It is not because of its material worth, but I constantly hold it in my hands because of all the memories it has.

Memories I wish to forget,
and memories that I will embrace deep inside my heart for as long as I live.





Sigh. I want my old self back.