My phone. All 3.5 inches of her gorilla glassy, stylish white/shiny silver body. I love her.
I love her most of all because she’s an extension of me. Not simply a means to receive or make calls; in fact thick stone walls make reception more of a concept than a reality. No she’s more than that, she’s a link, a portal, a go between. Between me and a world of friends who otherwise would be out of reach.
Text, tweet or email she is how I let others know what I’m up to, what I’m feeling and where I plan to be.
But she’s not even just a narcissistic augmentation of me, she’s a means to find out these same details about my nearest and dearest. Whether it’s friends in the same town or family countries away, I can always know in an instant what the latest news is.
My phone brings me closer to those I love.