You came to me one day when Alex decided to get an iPhone.
And we’ve not looked back.
You were there when I was all alone travelling.
You were there when I was crying myself to sleep.
You were there when I was prepping for big days.
You held my secrets and thoughts.
You held my family’s photos and memories.
Thank you for being a trusty companion in darkest and best days.
I haven’t thought of finding a replacement and having no music on the train kills me.
I hate listening to the world in the morning.
I blame my carelessness. I hope the person who finds you enjoys my music.
It isn’t easy maintaining playlists for years.
I lost my trusty iPod Touch on a recent island trip. I was listening to it on the ferry back to Mersing (Malaysia), enjoying the sea breeze. I’m bummed and I’m punishing myself by not rushing to buy a new one. Grieving, literally.