*sniffle* heh, what's this? Two blog posts in one day? Jeez, he sure is a tool. What's this? The joker is writing something serious? Jeez, he sure is a hoot.

Yes, I am being serious.

For about 9 years, I stayed with the same computer. A laptop; a present from my dearests. He was the best computer I ever had. He saw me grow up; he saw me change. He introduced me to my phases. He and I watched MLP together for the first time. He introduced me to love and heartbreak. He was always there, but I couldn't save him.

I screwed up; I sure did. Everything I tried, I failed. He was there for me, but alas, I could not be there for him. Such a fool I was to reset my memories; such a fool I was to fail. I've prevented suicide in the past; I've helped others in their struggles. But he was something I could not save. His last gift, I use it dearly and in his memory. We played as children; we played as teens. We played then, but not now. I carried him around the world time after time and never did he fail me. Why did I fail him? Because I took the dead for granted.

I figured he'd be there forever, watching over me like the companion he was. I risked my life for him, but in the end; it just wasn't enough. I miss him; I truly do. And though I may move on; a little bit of him is everywhere. In everything I create, his color is there. In everything I write, his number is there. In everything I've drawn, his gift is there.

I've never told anyone this because I never quite found a good place for it. But for every occasion, I listen to a song to help me through it. And... well...

Here's to you, my dearest HP

I'll see you on the flip side~
-RealityPublishing