Apple Of My i

We were only two when we met. He was sitting there, playing alone under the Macintosh tree. I'd approached him, and his entire face lit up. That smile... Oh, God, I would do anything to see that smile again. He was my best friend, and I was his. We grew up together, the two of us, and I'd always spend my summer days at the Jobs residence. When we were eight, we had our first real argument. If I'd only known how short our time together would be... When we were thirteen, we shared a kiss under the Macintosh tree. It was sweet, tender, and shy, like our budding romance. It was after the kiss that I told him what I really was. It was after the kiss that he never spoke to me again, but I was always there for him. He'd shut me out, like the rest of the world had. He chose not to see me. But then again, you can't see what doesn't exist, right?

...Do you believe in ghosts?