a note to my laptop.

There is nothing better than to love the same person who loves u. And that’s why I want to confess .love you my old, second hand not always working laptop. With respect to all the words I designated u with, I still love you.

I love u because half of ur features are screwed.

I love u because more than half of ur keys don’t work.

I love u because ur touch pad irritates me at times.

I love u because when I am finally not supposed to be with u ,u started typing ‘yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy’ on ur own and kill me. Almost.

I love u because ,u never let me type 'you' with a 'y'.

I love u because u get me glued to ur screen.

I love u because u made my eyesight weak.

I love u because u make me a social bird.

But most importantly…

I love u because having u makes me want to write.

I love u because whenever someone else uses u ,u simply don’t work.

I love u because u don’t let me work when I don’t want to.(which is not rare.)

I love u because u tend to scare me when I can’t get ur anti virus fixed.

I love u because u let me watch Castle  and Dexter whenever I want to.

I love u because  u like all other technologies, never ditch me.

I love u because u never let me leave u.

I love u because with u I sometimes find hope.

I love u because u don’t shout back.

I love u because u make me realize,I am romantic  too,u know?!

I love u because u were always with me.

I love u because ,u were my dad’s and he still loves u.

And since I cant help but be lame-

 You out of all were always there ‘in sickness and in health, in happiness and in sorrow. AMEN!’

Thank you.