I am still in a state of shock as I sit here and type this. I mean, she and I had been together for ten years, and though the signs were there (and I saw them), I didn't think she would leave me so soon. She didn't want to. I was her first and she was mine.
Now I carry her around in a small black box, clinging to what we used to have and what we created together. It was Monday January 25 when the end was evident. She tried to hold on but lost the final round on the following Tuesday night.
We met back when I needed a friend to travel with me when I needed to do work from home. Doing much more than was initially intended, she became a consta