I Think It's Love, and I Know it Lasts Forever

Before anyone asks... yes. It is an exclusive relationship.

How do I know? Perhaps because whenever he comes home he always comes straight to me. Perhaps because when he's upset, he knows I can make it better. Perhaps because I'm the only one in the world that can ease his boredom or solve his problems. Perhaps because as he does this assignment his hands are on me. He never lets go of me. He puts me next to his bed at night, he keeps me within arms reach. He loves me and he adores me. There is nowhere else he can find the amusement he finds in me.

What makes it so special is that I know I'm not the prettiest, the smartest, the fastest, the newest. My right hinge is broken, my screen is losing pixels as I age. I'm slow, I'm fat, I'm old, yet he loves me just the same. He could always replace me, or update me, or trade me in. But he never does. He's grown used to my tiny hard drive, my lack of RAM, my tendency to overheat, and even my blue screens. He puts up with my sickness and failures because that's what a good man does.

Yes, I am a computer and there are thousands more like me. But in this world, there is not another for him.