It is with a heavy heart that I write you today, Pebble. I have had you for 10 months and you have been my constant companion. We've had a lot of good times, you and I. Remember the time I jailbroke my iphone and you could send quick replies? That was a lot of fun and you felt so very useful. Remember that time I lost my phone and you made it ping really loudly, even though it was on silent? I was in awe. How about when you finally got ESPN and you were giving all those game scores? We were both so excited, weren't we? Yes, it's true...you were my 3rd pebble, but like I told you, those first two were defective and that wasn't your fault. Ahhh, pebble. You aren't on my wrist today and I'm a little sad. For the first time in almost a year, you aren't with me. See, the thing is, pebble, and I should have told you this a long time ago, but I just like you so much...but, the thing is, you never really quite worked right. Yes, you had some days. You even had some stretches of almost a week where you worked flawlessly. But, inevitably, we always returned to our old patterns, didn't we. Me resetting you, opening your app, closing your app, restarting your app...and the repairing! Oh the repairing of your bluetooth connection! Lately, you've gotten a lot worse. I know. I know. You'll do better for a while, but we both know you'll go right back your old pattern. I just can't do it anymore, pebble. Before you ask, there is no other. I'm not courting any other watches and no, I'm not pushing you aside to make room for the apple watch. I can promise you that. I'll always remember and cherish the good times we had. You are still great. I just can't live my life constantly resetting, repairing and restarting you and your app anymore. So, you see, pebble...it's not you. It's me. Goodbye, pebble.