I am frantic.
My beloved will not respond, no matter how much I press, pinch, and poke. No amount of stripping, caressing, or heartfelt pleas to it works; even talking dirty fails to elicit a reaction. I should've foreseen from recent lackluster behavior that it would eventually come to this.
I have lost my text appeal and I am desolate. It feels like I'm missing a limb or some other vital part of my anatomy. The words "You never truly appreciate something until after it's gone" have never seemed truer.
I live in the hope that during the next few days I again will get the response to which I have become accustomed; to see again what I've become used to seeing; to hear once more the sounds that have become part of everyday life.
If not, then I will have to go out to visit the damn service center. Damn this dependence on modern electronic gadgetry!
In the meantime I'll just curl up in the fetal position in a dark corner and rock myself to sleep. After I finish my beer, that is.