Could you hear the sound of my heart breaking all the way in Tennessee - where I sent my Mac - this evening when I returned home to find my Mac wiped clean of everything I've put on it the last year? All the music. All the photos. But most of all... all the words that I've written. [I know I should have backed everything up, but I believed in you so much, Apple, that I trusted I wouldn't lose it all so easily. I won't make that mistake again, of course.]
Apple, you've made a fool of me. I've spent the past year extolling your virtues to everyone I know. "Forget Windows!" I proclaimed, "Apple is glorious. I love my MacBook." Somewhere far away I can hear Bill Gates cackling. And it hurts, Apple. Oh how it hurts.
I'm not abandoning you. I know all relationships have their ups and downs. I'm willing to try again. I've learned some hard lessons. It will be a long time before I can trust you again, Apple. I held you in such high regard. And now... well... I feel ashamed of my own feelings. I feel betrayed.
We'll go on. And maybe things will one day be okay again. But I'll never look at you in the same way, Apple. I'll never look at you with all the love and hope and well, let's face it, naivety that I had before. Those days are over and we just have to accept it. The past is the past, I won't rub it in your face forever. I won't hold a grudge. But every time someone asks me how I feel about my MacBook, well... I guess I just won't be as enthusiastic. Just in case I end up with pie on my face again.
How do you fix a broken heart? You can't completely. But I'll try. We'll try together.
Looking forward to a brighter future and the hope of sunny days,
Miss Parkerxo
