Alright, smartphone.
Since the day I got you, you didn't endear yourself to me. You had a mushy touschreen keyboard, threw frequent tantrums, and had the battery life of an asthmatic in a 5k. Compared to the stately grace of my old companion, you were a petulant, obnoxious pretender.
But things have changed. Oh, they were slow to do so, and there were more than a few bumps along the way. I especially appreciated the kindness with which you would quietly decline incoming SMS messages. For days. After all, you wouldn't want to disturb my Nirvana-like existence with communication from the outside world.
Yet change they did. And as your problems were slowly (and in some cases, gruelingly) ironed out, your good features started to shine through. I dare say I'm beginning to like you.
So while I won't make any commitments yet, maybe this is the start of our true romance after months of awkward flirting. Here's to the future.
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