A letter to my blackberry

‘Berry Darling —

You are the first thing I look at in the morning and the last thing I see at night.  You are next to me as I sleep.

I know these economic times have been hard on all of us; still you don’t always light up with a message when I look at you.  Is it something I did or didn’t do, dear?

Don’t I take you everywhere?  Haven’t we traveled to Europe and lazed on the beach together?  Remember, when you fell into a puddle and I lovingly dried you out?  I know you don’t such take good pictures any more and there is a lingering buzz.  But I still love you.  (And I don’t remember your bringing me flowers and complimenting on my outfits.)

Yes, I still love you, even though there are brighter, more fun models.  I think one even makes coffee . . . no matter.

The important thing is that we communicate.  So I am going to tell you what I need from our relationship:  I need you quietly by my side, until I look at you, and then I want you to have messages that bring business and good and happy tidings from friends.  Is that so much to ask?

Dearest ‘Berry, think about this — and us — and let me know what you think, but don’t buzz.  I’ll look at it in the morning.

Goodnight, my sweet.