We broke up, what can I say?

Okay, it happened. I broke up last week, just like people do these days and I made the jump. You know what I’m talking about, we’ve all been there one way or another... that line you naively crossed one unsuspecting fateful day where life, the universe, and everything changed in a second.

I’m sorry, I just got swept away by the passion of the moment.

"Time for you to move on little missy miss BB."

I knew there was no going back and I knew life would never ever be the same again yet I chose to go.

I had that day last week.

I showed up at the office on Monday morning and there was this unsuspecting small brown cardboard box from FedEx sitting on my desk.

What is it?

O M G! It’s my new iPhone 4s!

My little BB, my Blackberry Curve 8330, we’ve been together since early 2008. You've been very very good to me. Small, good looking, slim and petite. We've enjoyed each other’s company immensely. But times change and there's no denying this last year you've been choking, freezing, burping, and crashing. Heck, the last few months I’ve almost had to reboot you once a day. What's with that?

I guess all those social media apps, videos, messages, and emails were just too much.

I couldn’t help it, within the day I became so absorbed with i, I lost track of my little BB. It was kind of weird. I was overcome with guilt.

“I’m sorry little BB."

I’m not ungrateful and it seems like we’ve been together forever. We were closer than close, you and I

You were my life line, my constant companion. We were always together.

"Looking back at you too, your i-ness!"

Yet now, already, I can’t remember where I last set you down.

I’m calling you (from i's place) so I can find you. Heck, I wasn't expecting that.

"Oh the retch that I am, plotting scheming and planning. How fast can I move everything over and shut you down?"