Eulogy to my mobile

In fond memory of the departed: Nokia n82

I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I knew you were my joy when I held you. You drove me crazy with passion for you and I knew I had to own you; you were mine and only mine even before we met. I remember the first touch, it was magical, I delicately caressed your smooth and shiny body and your face lit up, you responded with all the vigor of your youth and I felt so conscious about how precious you were to me, so conscious that I held you tighter and closer, afraid you would slip away from me, afraid I would hurt you, afraid to lose you...
I carried you all the way home, never took my eyes off you throughout and in the moments we shared you opened up to me, gently unraveling your personality to me, guiding me, telling me how to handle you. You told me who you were and in turn I told you who I was. You became a part of me and I yours. Our relationship could never be defined but could never be denied either. In those initial days I was so obsessed with you, you occupied my thoughts every day, and I just couldn’t keep my hands off you. I spent endless hours in conversation with you and sometimes we just kept gazing at each other never speaking a word. I was the naughty boy who kept fiddling with you whenever I wanted, but you never complained, never turned away from me. You had devoted yourself for me.
I had toiled for a lifetime to get you. You were the symbol of my independence and esteem. You confirmed my conviction that I am capable of things I thought were impossible and ever since the first day we been going everywhere together. My family and friends approved of you accepted you and were happy that we were together. For the past two years you have been seeing me and I saw myself through you and you held in you my fondest of memories and good times. Every morning when I woke up, I looked at you first and yours was the first voice I heard. You have heard all my conversations, known the deepest and darkest of my secrets, celebrated with me in my most joyous of moments, consoled me in my saddest of moments, advised me in my most confused of moments, encouraged me in my most fearful of moments, accompanied me in my loneliest of moments and at times simply listened to me.
I don’t know why you left me, probably it was my carelessness, probably I was not worthy of you, probably happiness is never forever, probably fate does not have a heart. But I do know that you did not leave me intentionally, you would never hate me, and you would never give up on me, even if I did. Now that you have left, I realized how much I loved you and how much you meant to me. I long for your touch again, I long for your loving caress as your body brushed gently against my cheeks every time I spoke to you and your sweet voice chimed in my ears, in my mind and in my heart. I wish we could have been back together, wish I could capture my memories through you, and wish to love you more than ever.
But I know that won’t happen and the pain is killing me, my heart is crying out, my soul is burning and I am drowning in my own tears. Someday I will get over it, someday the wound will heal and I will smile again until then this sword remains struck in my heart. But let that not stop you from being happy wherever you are, my friend, my confidante, my pride, my love.....................carry on.