Dear ‘Top,
You were my first laptop. Mine and only mine, not some five-year-old hand-me-down laptop that barely loaded any windows. With you, I wrote papers for school, researched the oldest and most irrelevant facts, drew thousands of cartoons, and watched countless things from Netflix. I cried listening to sad music, and I laughed every time my friends did something stupid over our video calls. You were the first to see my endless pages of writing and my most terrible and ongoing continuous ideas. At the unruly hours you still played music at a critically loud volume, allowing me to keep writing even when I didn’t feel like I could anymore. And even when you shut down and crashed and was the reason of so many frustrating cries, I am still thankful that you are my laptop.
Sincerely yours,
Nicole
To my best friend, my phone,
P.s. I can remember the many times I have dropped you and hurt you in so many ways. From the bottom of my heart, I am truly sorry. You have always been there for me, even on those late nights that I couldn’t sleep. Now it’s my turn to be there for you.
Love,
Katerine