Broken

You used to be my favourite toy. I played with you every day, you brought joy into my life. I showed you to all my friends and told them how great you were. Carried you here, carried you there… we were inseparable. Until the day you broke. Things were never the same after that. You looked ugly, no longer the beautiful toy I loved to play with. Maybe I used you too much. But the damage is done, and it can’t be repaired. So I’ll just have to replace you.