To my dear phone,
I am sorry that I was not attentive enough which led to you being stolen. I should not have worn that backpack to AEON mall in the first place. I should have checked when I felt someone was touching my backpack at the exit. I should have placed you in a safer place. There were many ways to avoid this incident, yet I was careless enough to lose you. I never thought this would happen to me.
You were my comrade for five years. You were the first phone I bought with my own salary. I still remember how excited I was when I first saw you being unboxed. From that day on, we were inseparable. You were with me almost everywhere I went. There were three times my forgetfulness separated or almost separated us. The first one was the trip to Koh Kong province and Chang island in Thailand. I left you at home, but my colleague helped me to get you before the departure. The second time was a DMC school trip to Mondulkiri province. I have packed the charger and earphone, but I forgot you at home again. There was no savior this time. So I had to travel without you. I had missed your company during that trip. The third time was at the CJCC canteen. I left you on the table after lunch. Luckily, one of my Japanese classmates brought you back to me. Besides these times, you were with me on every trip. Many times at Kampot, at Ratanakiri, at Koh Rong, at Thailand, and at Vietnam; not to mention the daily company at home and at work. Sometimes I even took you into the bathroom with me when I showered. I had a taste of how empty I would feel without your presence.
Thank you for your service for the last five years. You were the bridge between me and the digital world. You connected me with people through phone calls and messages. You assisted me at work as a recorder, notepad, planner and many other functions. You entertained me with videos, gaming apps, meme apps etc. You opened the door to online knowledge for me. You have saved me from ignorant, boredom, and isolation so many times. You never had a major crushing problem. Your battery still works very well. You did not show any motion error at all. Yes, that is what a smart phone does. But you are special to me. Years ago, I used to say that I would buy an iPhone when they release the iPhone 7. And with you, I did. It was like a dream come true and a triumph proving that I am actually capable of realizing a goal. I felt proud.
I named you Mikasa Ackerman because this fictional character is strong, brave, and capable of protecting people she loves. I aspire to be someone like her. I never changed my lock screen background on you. It was Sebastian Michaelis, another fictional character that I love. I love how the edge of the photo is black and it blended with the edge of your screen so well. The photo is in black and white and it suited your black color well, too. It was as if the picture was made for you. I found a way to customize your ringtone as the song Mr. Raindrop. I was so proud of your unique sound every time you rang. I was familiar with the arrangement of the apps that I could operate with my eyes closed. Everyday, I was awaken by your alarm tone which I changed between the songs I stored in you, when I grow accustomed to one song. The photos, oh the photos. I have taken and downloaded so many photos in you which I do not know how much of them have been backed up or none at all. I relied so much on you about the passwords. Now I have to recall and find my passwords back. Your leaving sure brought a lot of inconvenience, but it did teach a good lesson of being more careful and never underestimate the number of ill-willed people out there.
What made me even sadder is that breaking the security system of an iPhone is difficult, so most of the thieves would tear the phone down to smaller parts for sale. It is heartbreaking if this is the case with you. You still work perfectly well. You could have been with me for another two to three years.
No words can describe how devastated I was when I found out that you were taken away from me. I thought I could somehow get you back, but the hope faded as the clock was ticking. I will forever miss you. I am sorry. I promise to be cautious and attentive so that your loss is not in vain. I hope your parts will be treated well and being made into something useful.
Your friend,
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