My love, PS3.
You are dear to my heart. I have been taken by your splendid ebony, your smooth skin has since roughened after the time I lost you for a year. Hard work and a dedication to personal improvement has done a number on you, but you are better for it. You had a larger figure and now you are a Slim, slender beauty. You lost a few ports, but remain an open individual.
No matter where we lead ourselves, I will always remember our past. Even without the jagged and adolescent past of the PS2 as a backwards-compatible component of reliving our memories, I will relish our first moments together. Our childhoods blessed with innocence were complete with each other, our earliest playful romance. The PS2 may have been a traumatic time in your life, but I want to help make new memories with our growing family, like working with my Uncle Laptop's versatility to search for new perspectives and express our joy, and playing with the young ones, like my brothers Gamecube and N64.
Here's a toast to you. Thanks for everything, and may we prosper in later generations!