A story of an old phone

My mom called. She ask me to bring my old phone when I back home tomorrow.

My old phone? Yeah, it is a very nostalgic old phone :')

I spoke with it.

I text with it.

I smiled with it.

I happy with it.

I charmed with it.

I mad with it.

I went crazy with it.

I suffered with it.

I cried with it.

I sad with it.

I'm in love with it.

I'm in relationship with it.

I broke up with it.

End.

After I broke up 3 months ago I stopped using it.

Too much memories made me live in depression.

And now I've got a new phone, which describe my new 'white' life.

Now you know right why I choose white :)

I still haven't delete all the damn messages and the pictures.

I don't know why, but I can't, even I really want to do that.

Maybe after I give up the phone to someone else i'll be able to delete it.

Quite sure :]