Good Bye my Friend

Dear Cell Phone.

I'm writing you this letter because you are dead now. Not just kind of dead, ligitimately dead. And I feel sad about it, which is ridiculous, because it's just a phone, right? Wrong. You were more than that to me. You became a close friend, or really my connection to my close friends.

I'm sorry for the time you sent bad texts that got me into major trouble last year. It wasn't your fault, it was completely involuntary for you. I'm sorry for all the times I put you down on the counter when I was cooking, and left you there, and was irritated when I couldn't find you. I'm sorry for the time I got paint laquer on you, and took all your pretty white plastic off of your battery back. It probably hurt. I'm sorry for all the times I dropped you, and I knew that you were hurt, but I called you a stupid phone, and made you send all those texts anyway. I'm sorry for the time I threw you at the wall in complete and utter anger, due to a text that someone else sent me. It wasn't your fault, and I take complete blame for that. I'm sorry for being mad when my keyboard didn't work. It's not your fault you shorted out. I'm sorry for the time I was thinking about getting a new phone, and called you ghetto. You're not ghetto. You just had personality.

Thank you for bringing me comfort last year when I felt like no one cared about me. You sent messages faster, and received them faster so I would feel loved. Thank you for the time you deleted my texts too slow, and my mom read them. I needed to get in trouble for what I had said to a close friend. Thank you for all those early morning wake up calls. Seriously, without you're great and loud sounds, I seriously would of dropped out of high school as a sophomore. Thank you for always locking the texts when I want, without asking questions. Thank you for allowing me to put lots of cool stickers on the inside of the battery pack, without throwing a fit. But mostly, thank you for staying alive when I really needed comfort, and happiness.

Cell phone, you have been a major role in my life over the last year, and I hate to think that you're going to be replaced with a newbie, who has a functioning keyboard, and a smooth screen. Each scratch and mark on your plastic/metal has been one of love.

Never forget your legacy. I've never had a phone this long, and it is with a heavy heart that I let you go into a recycle containment.

I hope you carry on your happiness, even when you are made into a new high tech phone, and that you make someone else as happy as you have made me.

I love you Cell phone.

Love.

Alex.

P.S. I decided to name you Maxemillion. Because you have make me happy to the max.

I love you!!!!!!