Ode: To my dear cell phone

Dear My Cell Phone,




Hello, my dear cell phone. You might be in my pocket waiting for me, curious as to when I’ll check whether or not there is a new message while I'm writing this letter to you. However, as of this moment, I want you to read this letter - and get the messages I'm trying to send to you through this writing. I think that you might be curious about the reason why I write a letter to you, which I usually won't do to others. The reason is because I really want to appreciate you, for all of your help - and to say sorry for mistreating you. 


You really are one of my best friends. Though you are not a human being, you are almost the same as them, and even better than the others in some aspects. You’ve provided me with lots of entertainment, so that I can relieve stress easily, and you listen to my complaints however ridiculous and unreasonable they are. Moreover, you were always with me. You wake me up in the morning so that I’m not late for school. You are with me when I’m alone while waiting for a bus, and you help me manage my schedules by telling me what the current time is. You help me apologize to my friends, talk to my parents whom I am not staying with due to my dormitory life, and you sustain the friendships I’ve had with my friends from elementary and middle school. All the help you give me, as my friend, makes me enjoy my life all the better. You’re also not jealous of the intimate relationships I have with my human friends, and in fact you bring them to life. That really makes me happy. If I were without you, I’d be without them. How can I thank you? 


As well, I really want to express an apology for all the mistakes I've made since we met. Although you are my best friend, I’ve often treated you as something I can easily purchase, use, and throw away. I haven't cleaned you regularly, and have often exposed you to dirty, dangerous, and even public places where I could lose or damage you. I’ve often dropped you, even on a wet road on a rainy day. You were damaged, scratched, and your body and your soul, which normal people refer to as 'software', was damaged and became dysfunctional. However, you’re spark of life endured, and you haven't let me down. You always respond to me as politely as possible, even after you’ve been abused – you always turn on however hungry you are – until, starved of battery, you have no choice but to fade. Moreover, you are still with me, even though I’ve recently grown closer to a new friend - my ipod touch. You remain just the same, even though I care less about you, and I sometimes consider you inferior to the ipod I have now. I am sorry my friend, and I hope you can forgive me and let us become the best of friends like we used to be.


My dear cell phone, I know that you might find it difficult to forgive me by just reading an incredulous letter that might not be that sincere. Perhaps I’m belittling your feelings of anger, and I am shameless. You know what? I really love you my friend, and I hope you can understand my feelings with your deepest mind of sympathy and love. 




Sincerely yours, 
Daniel