Dear shattered, broken iPhone,

We've been through a lot together. You were there for my birthday, while I was stuck taking two midterms on said day. You provided me with music and unfortunate FaceBook comments as I studied for hours, which made the studying slightly less horrible. You were there for me at one of my favorite concerts, and your picture taking capabilities were superb the entire night. You never complained when I dropped you and you were always a team player. I could always trust you to find the best wifi signal around, and that's a sign of true love.

Of course, you unfortunately ruined my life, but in the best ways possible. Instead of having to watch Netflix on my laptop, I could now download the app and watch it on you. I would go to the gym simply to watch an episode or two of my favorite show, so thank you for that. The best part about it, however, was that once I got in bed I didn't have to get out. It was heaven, my own little oasis in such a horrible, stressful place (college). Of course, I had had another iPhone 5 before you, but it just wasn't the same as you. My iPhone 5 would always die too fast to watch an episode of Netflix, and eventually its screen fell out.

I dropped you a lot, and I'm sorry for that. Sometimes, you would slip out of my hand, tumble off of my bed, or fall down the stairs, but I never meant anything by it. I dressed you in nice cases so that I wouldn't hurt you. You even had a wonderful, glass screen protector on your screen so that you wouldn't crack. You were like my child and I wanted to keep you safe. Sometimes, I would get angry because you would freeze, but everyone freezes at some point. You would occasionally turn off and not turn back on for an hour or two, but I've realized even the best need a few breaks every now or then.

I trusted you, but you let me down. I thought that after I had stood on you for about three minutes, nothing could harm you. I was wrong. On the way back from a meeting I dropped you. Nothing worse than the usual, but you shattered. Most of the shattering had taken place on the glass screen protector, but I left it on because I knew you were vulnerable. I didn't want you to hurt anymore. Then it happened. I took you to Chipotle with me, and the lady handed me my bowl. It was either you, or the bowl, and I decided to drop you. I know I shouldn't have, but I did. I took my bowl to my seat and came back to get you. It was too late, you were gone, and I could no longer save you. The once enjoyable things we did together became annoying because I could no longer see what was on your screen. You let me down. I want you to know that I got a new iPhone, but this iPhone isn't the same. We have yet to achieve the same bond that you and I had. You let me down, but may you rest in peace my beloved iPhone.

Love,

Your disappointed owner.