Requiem.

She was different.

The rest of them are tools. To facilitate. To entertain. A means to an end.

She was a part of my life. I came home to her. Woke up to her. Bemusedly said goodbye to her each time I left my house. A secret silliness only she would ever know.

I knew her temperments, her every nuance. What she could do or would try to, for me. She had her limits, but their boundaries were enough for my simple wants. My...needs.

I suppose I should have seen the signs. All those times when it looked like the end was near. But we always found a way out. Unconventional, unorthodox way that defied logic - but we never cared about what other people thought as long as we were together.

And now...she's gone.

The moment of parting was poignant in its mundanity. A day like every other; spending time together like we always did. Then, she just froze.

It had happened before. Things I find nondescript would affect her adversely. I left her to cool off and we picked up where we were, after a few false starts. What happened hung over us uncomfortably. I tried to bury it, doing things we normally did, but when I turned to her again...

It was over. Things could never be the same between us again.




So yes, my computer finally died on me.
I haven't examined it carefully yet, but it's a fair bit over a thousand dollars, should I need to get a new one.

And that makes me a sad, sad goat.