I miss you. I really do. At first, I thought I'd be okay without you...I thought that I could rise above my loneliness and be a better person. But my lap is empty. I don't feel your warmth comforting me in the evenings, and the gentle hum of your breath no longer serenades me.
It's been a week and a half since I saw you last--a week and a half since you left me. Paul's has sufficed in the meantime, teaching me the merits of ambidexterity and flexibility, but this morning I realized something was missing. You took something Paul's cannot provide.
Oh laptop, why did you have to die?!?!?