An Open Letter To My Smartphone
Let me start off by saying, it’s not you, it’s me. You have always been there for me. You’re beautiful. You have great style. You have always given me what I wanted. And it feels so good to hold you. You’re engaging, to a fault. You have my attention from the break of dawn until I drift off to sleep. I hate to say it, but these very things are also part of the problem.
It’s just that, well, I’ve been thinking lately. Our trysts have become more and more frequent. I’m spending most of my waking hours with you. I’ve become obsessed. Our relationship started out casual. Unfortunately, it’s catapulted into something bigger than I ever imagined. To put it bluntly, it’s starting to affect my real relationships. The people I love are starting to notice. I really don’t want to be caught carrying on with you when I should be focusing on my partner and child, the actual people I am committed to.
I think it’s best if we take a break. Not forever. I just need some time on my own, so I can figure out who I am again and what I really want. I hope you understand.