Dear Kim,

Are you sitting down? You and I need to have a little talk. I’m telling you though, it’s going to be a bit one-sided because I’ve already made my decision and I am standing by it.

As much as I would like to say that it’s me and not you, I really can’t. Because it is you. But it’s not that it’s a fault really, because that’s the way your life’s going. I may not have known it the moment you picked me, but time has proven that your life demands so much more than I can give. And that’s okay. You need to move on and it’s not my place to stop you, so I’m doing this now rather than later, when something more important than what we’re about to lose now will have been lost. At least now you still have time to take your memories before they’re lost with me forever. I sincerely hope that whoever you carry around in your arms next will be able to take care of them better.

Three years—that’s more than most people have in a lifetime. I have no regrets, and neither should you. I do believe that the middle of summer is the perfect time for me to do this, when you have neither the needs nor demands you have the rest of the year, and you have all the time to adjust and to find new (or perhaps to rediscover old) things to do. Heck, you can even find someone new. We both knew from the start that replacing me is an inevitability, and one that’s hastened by this farewell. I just hope that your next one will be able to deal with you and the forthcoming changes in your life, memory- and speed-wise. And I hope they can run The Sims 3 too, because I know you’ve been itching to play it ever since you heard it was being developed. The seamless neighborhoods and new character traits do sound extra fun to play with.

♥,

Your nameless laptop