I thought our relationship was going well. I thought you liked living together. I thought that you enjoyed my new found love of music, and for that matter, all my new music. Obviously, I thought wrong.
Perhaps you don’t R.E.S.P.E.C.T. the Changes I’ve made in the past year? You don’t like Eminem? You don’t enjoy D12? Perhaps it’s the addition of Andrew York, the classical guitarist that has turned you against me? Say It Ain’t So! Do you have 99 Problems that I don’t know about?
Why, iPod, why have you left me?
I remember the day so clearly. We went for a drive, and I left you in the car while I ran. The sun was shining, the miles were long, and ... and... ~gasp~... when I got back the car, you... were... gone. Just Gone Daddy Gone, and while I Will Survive, the marathon is not going to be a piece of Cake without you. I know, I know, I shouldn’t have left you behind, and I’m sorry. More than you could possibly know. Please, come home.
I Miss You.