I should never have lost sight of you.
I should have put you save in my pocket,
I should have held you tightly in my hands.

If only I had not gone to the Library,
If only I wasn't so tired.
If only I didn't sleep.

Stabs of regret and the incessant "if only.."s torment the wistful mind.
I must have been living in my own Utopian planet all this while.
People aren't so bad, who'd steal from a tired sleeping person in a library?
Someone did.
I learnt that the hard way.

Where are you now?
I miss you already.
I love the rhythmic flashes of your LED.
They were like your heartbeat, I like to say.
lub-dub... lub-dub... lub-dub...
You were almost alive.

I hated you the first time I saw you.
I hated your white body. I wanted black.
I'd chucked you aside for 2 whole weeks.
It was your lubdub that drew me to you.
We took videos together.
We scored the all-time 90000+ high for Quadrapop
We broke into the Tennis World Tournament.
And we were against the Russian Woman we couldn't beat.
We still can't beat.
Ah, but the videos always did the trick, they made my days.
We barely had 1 year together, and you'd grown to mean so much to me.

Losing you feels like losing an arm.
That babboon of a nitwit took more than just a phone from me.
Now you're gone.
No more bulge in my pocket.
No more lubdub.

It sucks to imagine you lubdub-ing for someone else.
I'm sorry. I should've held you tight.
Yes, I should've...