Dearest iPhone:

We have been together for over 4 months now. We've had time to get used to one another. You've learned my habits and my lingo. You fetch my weather, you keep my games, heck sometimes, you even count my calories. You keep my lists, you snap my pictures, you place my calls, you organize my life.

But iPhone – I'm sorry to tell you that you have fallen short of my expectations. Initially, I had concerns. I told you that your battery life was less than stellar, and it hasn't improved. You spell check as I go, and while I hate to point fingers, you're not very good at it. And then you have the audacity to tell me that I only have the two profiles that you dictate.

iPhone, I have adjusted to your keyless keyboard, and I won't lie, scrolling through things really is a whole lot of fun. But iPhone? When I got you, I knew what you were capable of, and I hoped that over time, I would learn you could do more. But iPhone? You can't. You didn't exceed my expectations. And now that I am past the shiny bits and flicking interface, now that I'm over your happy sounds and what not, I have to say that quite honestly – you're just sort of ok. Sure, I love you. Sure, you get the job done. But I'm sorry to say that you are not my favorite.

You have reminded me, iPhone, that sometimes, it's important to just stick to what you know. I'm glad I tried you out. I'm glad I gave you a whirl. I wouldn't call our time together a waste, by any means. I'm just saying: I wouldn't do it again.

I feel better now that we've had this chat. Hopefully you understand where I'm coming from.

Love,
Emily