It has only been 2 days (2hrs according to my parents) since I lost you to a tragic and brutal pick-pocketing incident but the feeling of loss is so great that I can barely bear (good wordplay RIGHT?!?!) it. You were taken from me too soon. In the prime of your life, just 4/5 months old, your work was far from over. How I shall miss the crisp sound quality of the music that blasted from your tiny but powerful speakers and the way you would 'breathe' when there was a text whose vibration I could not feel for I was otherwise occupied. Ah and the vibration. So firm. I could always feel it even when you were in my bag. I'll miss the times we had together, taking incriminating photos of friends (which are now in the hands of the pickpocket. Oops. Hope none of you ever wants to be president or anything :)) and listening to three days grace in matatus to drown out the raggae. I think what I'll miss the most was how you would let me access unsuspecting peoples' WLAN's and surf the net for free. That always helped me pass time...
I cant help but blame myself. You shouldn't have been there! I should have left you at home that night. But I had to stay in touch with my drunk and hyperactive friends as they wandered about getting in all kinds of trouble. It is my selfishness that led to this fate and I'll always regret that. The void you left can never be filled (especially since I'm pretty sure that the next phone I'm getting will not even have a coloured screen) and I can never replace you (seriously I just can't afford it!). I know there is NO WAY you are in a better place now but for your sake (and mine...and the people whose pics are in the memory card) I hope they erase your memory and sell you at a reasonable price because you are worth it. I also hope that whatever they buy with that money catches fire and or gives them a serious rash, constipation and hair loss.
You will be missed.
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