A Sad Day

Well, tonight at work I accidently threw my pen away.....I would have gotten it back out of the trash but it was covered in curry. I was so sad I wanted to hold a funeral. It was a good pen to me. It never gave out and it never hid from me in my purse. It was white on the ends with a blue middle. It had words on it, but I never actually took time to read the words. How does one become so attached to such an inanimate object? When I had to count money tonight, I felt an ache in my heart when I had to use a generic work pen. There will always be a special place in my heart for this pen, yea, even a place of love. Thank you Pen. You were good to me and I will never forget you. Your services will be missed greatly.