Earlier this year my boyfriend and I set to work on building my prosthesis; my computer.  We knelt over the shiny black walls of the computer case and snapped in wires and boards.  The computer's graphics card was far superior to any that I had possessed before and its screen was flat and wide.  We soon began to spend many hours together.  My computer protected my documents, offered entertainment through games, played my favorite songs, and organized my photographs.  I groomed it often by blowing out the dust particles that built up in the keyboard and giving the mouse fresh batteries.  My computer and I had a rather tumultuous relationship; its sleekness could make me smile, but if it crashed or loaded a program slowly, I would begin to fume.  After awhile I began to get cold feet about continuing to commit so much of my time to this machine.  I was relying on it so heavily.  We had to have some distance between us!  

Over the summer, I began seeing movies instead.  I traveled as well, and took classes on campus.  Once fall rolled around, however, I was like a moth to a flame.  My computer took me back and I fell in love all over again.  We see each other several times each day and there is no end in sight to our happy times together.