This is a very sad day, a very sad day indeed. I lost more than a phone today. I lost a dear friend. Cell phone, o dear cell phone, you stuck by me through the best and the worst. You were loyal even when I mistreated you. In those last moments of your life, memories flashed before my eyes as I watched your flickering screen dye out. Still now, I grasp on to the snapping strings of hope that you might survive. I am not quite ready to lay you to your rest, so I have left you in a comfortable cup of rice in the hope that I might see the light of your screen again. You need not fear; I will see to it that the malicious puddle that put you in this state will be dealt with. But for now, I will stay by your side even in your state of unconsciousness, seeking some comfort from the fact that your SIM card soul survives. My cruel mind replays and replays those moments between the time that you parted from my backpack and rippled the surface of the puddle. Then it seemed but an instant, but now it seems an eternity; I stood helpless as you fell, my mind not seeming to process what was happening in time to react. You have helped me through difficult times, pulling me through my boredom; I only wish I could have returned the favor. I must now depart, and the only hope I have as I go to sleep is that I might be able to see you again tomorrow.
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