Dear Galaxy,
We all hate goodbyes, but this one was inevitable. You were always kind to me. You never shattered into pieces, and you loved me unconditionally. Galaxy, I’m sorry. My parents gave me the option to upgrade, and I ran with it. Now you sit in the darkness of my desk drawer thinking, “What did I do to deserve this?” You did nothing. You were only good to me. We spent four years together, basically an entire presidential term, and how do I thank you? I neglect you.
This is an apology, not a goodbye. You lasted four years, without even one scratch and a perfect screen. Though many parade around with cracked, fairly new iPhones, I chose to switch sides to a weaker, but sleeker device. Your long lasting power, almost that equivalent to a brick just was just not cutting it anymore. Luckily, I still have you. In case my new phone shatters or I terribly regret my decision, I can just go back to my old faithful.
Your “Swype” made life so much easier when I was texting and you autocorrected me as if we had been BFFs. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve had to send apology texts these past two weeks for my spelling mistakes. I used to flawlessly multitask by sending texts without looking at my phone now this new screen has my eyes glued to the screen typing out every single letter.
Although you are ancient, you still had unlimited memory. You went from 16 to 32 GB all with the help of a little chip that costs $10. Now to upgrade my phone from 16 to 32 GB, I need to pay $100 more, for a whole new phone. You were flexible with me, and I wasn’t with you. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve dropped you downstairs, in water, and on the ground. You were strong. I wasn’t.
Galaxy, I loved you, but I had to move on. I’m sorry.
Best,
Vanessa
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