I had two actually...
So about two or three weeks ago, she picked them up and subsequently made her son call and thank me for the HTC Desire that she insisted he really enjoyed.
Over the weekend though, when I dragged them out for dinner with my dad, my aunt casually asked me,"So can I delete everything in the phone? Do you still need them?"
She wasn't talking about the HTC this time. She was talking about my old Nokia E72. The second phone I had relied on before I decided to move on with my life and go for androids.
Gosh, I almost forgot about this phone.
I casually grabbed the phone from her and checked the contacts....
Found some that would come in handy but told myself to forget it as I have survived more than a year without them.
To my horror though, I found the thousands of smses all still intact when I went through the folders. I didn't realize that they were all still there as I didn't have the habit of deleting my messages until my phone screams for memory (which it did not do). I told my aunt I needed time to check everything and grabbed the phone back from her.
That night, I took my own sweet time and scrolled down the list of messages.
The problems I was going through, the arguments I had, the jokes shared with friends, the work smses, even down to a single sms left from the "stalker" (think this one somehow slipped when I deleted those strings of smses); all of them recorded like part of a diary, down to the exact time when those thoughts are jotted down.
And of course, there were those meaningless sweet nothings sent back and forth between two very good friends. Words that really did not mean anything (on hindsight) but somehow did put a smile on my face before I went to bed. Some of them really had very strong saccharine-like quality (wonder if saccharine can cause sugar-high effects). Among them was the "Honey, I love you" message in my inbox that I think had freaked me out and woke me up.
The same month in the following year as that message, I received a mass message notifying a group of friends of an upcoming wedding.
Not that it affected me or anything like that (not in denial mode here. really...)
But it's just interesting how fickle the human heart (and mind) can be.
I scrolled back up and down another time after I sorted out the messages by sender, just so I could see the chronological order.
Another interesting chapter of my life that taught me another very good lesson, I thought to myself once I was done.Fast and furious was another thought.
And with that, I toggled the button to "Options", then "Mark all" and "Delete".
Chapter closed with a concluding note: No More Nokia.
* The E72 was hand-delivered to my aunt's place Monday evening to start a whole new life. No witness protection program was offered.
