I thought everything was different this time. I heard about how you treated the others but I didn't think I would fall into that trap too. I really thought we had something special, like the type of thing you see in the movies. We were together constantly, and you always wanted to be around me, I've never been closer with anyone. You told me all of your secrets and I was always there when you needed me. Did I do something wrong? Did I annoy you? Sorry for waking you up every day and letting you make stupid calls when you're at the bar, I honestly just thought we were having a good time like we always do.
Where are you? I wonder if you even care where I am right now, probably not since you're the reason why I'm lost out here. Anyway, I trusted you a lot, and here I am frozen and broken somewhere along the route you take to get home from your favorite bar.
I keep thinking about last night and what it was that I did wrong, it all happened so suddenly. Before we went out we drove to the store together to buy a cute outfit, and then we listened to all your favorite songs while you got ready. I was with you the entire night and I thought we were fine, it was a normal Friday night. You were responsible enough to call a taxi for a ride home, but then you ditched me. The night took a turn for the worse and our story came to an end. As you hopped into the cab I fell down to the ground from your coat pocket without anyone being aware. I was on the ground cracked and abandoned, most likely never to be seen again. No one noticed me on the ground, but worst of all, you didn't realize I was gone until the next day. So here I am in lost mode with your address and roommates phone number waiting for a caring person to see me and not take me in as their own. I was treated like the Motorola razr you had in seventh grade instead of the pink iPhone 6S that I am.
It's weird that you're not seeing this the same way as I am. Losing me seems like something normal in your life, like you knew I was replaceable from the start. I guess some things just get lost along the way, sad but true. You probably have a new me to be with all the time now that has a lot less damage than I do right now. Newer, faster and prettier than I could ever recover to be, the kind of phone that makes you forget about losing me in the first place. It's strange how you can be close with someone one day and not know them the next. But in the end, I'm just a phone, and there are plenty more that you could have instead of me.
XOXO, your old phone.
