We’ve been together a very long time, since 1988. I still have the receipt. I brought you home and we immediately fell in love, you wiled me with your intoxicating ways, with your seemingly endless possibilities, and your charming system beep.
We’ve both grown over the years. Me to middle age, you from System 6 to OS 10.6. Our waistlines have grown, too. 32 to 38 for me, 20 MB to 500 GB for you.
We are so much a part of each other’s lives now. How many hours are we together each day? We work together, play together and you are my window to the world.
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But honey, I am afraid it’s over. No, I don’t want you out of my life, I’ve come to rely on you too heavily. But, I think at this point we need to be just friends. Our time together needs to be professional and purposeful.
Yes, I’ll miss the long nights of surfing YouTube together, or reading guilty pleasure news tidbits that are little more than checkout rag gossip.
I hope you understand that I need to experience the real world again. Like those days before we met, when interacting meant doing so with the world, not with a mouse. It meant taking time to sit and chat and walk in the woods, play guitar and sometimes just do nothing at all. You have a way of insinuating yourself on these times.
I hope you don’t take it personally. This isn’t goodbye. I just, you know, need some space.
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If time were not a moving thing
And I could make you stay
This love we shared
Would always be
There’d be no coming day
To shine a morning light
And make us realize our night is over.
ah yes the good old days! spare me the nostalgia. My Mac SE still runs the artillery game: adjust gun powder, angle of barrel, etc to get the shell over the hill and onto the target. did i say over the hill? oops.
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