I love having a Blackberry.
I love that it's purple. It's seriously more adorable than half the accessories I bought for the express purpose of accessorizing.
I love that I can get on the internet whenever I want.
I love that it blinks when I get a new email.
I love that its magical signal reaches even through the bomb-shelter-like walls of my apartment complex.
I don't mind that it crashes about once a week, and that it occassionally makes my heart jump by reminding me of work assignments when I should be having me-time.
Any good relationship has its ups and downs, I think.