I had the same phone for three years back in High school. Eventually I switched over but there was the issue of transferring contacts.
As I was entering Senior Year, I thought it was imperative to have every number flop over so I would be prepared for anything.
It was interesting seeing numbers I hadn't dialed in long strokes of time. People I used to spend time with, crushes I used to have. But then...
I came to a number I had forgotten about it.
I called without hesitation as fast as I could, to see if I could hear their voice...
THE NUMBER YOU HAVE CALLED IS NOT CONNEC *click
I tried again with no success and I broke down. The last time I heard my brother's voice was not on his deathbed. For the first year after he passed, I would call every week or so "Hi. This is Stephen, I'm not at my phone right now but I will do my best to call you back."
He wasn't able to ever call back.
But I kept the number, dreaming somehow, someway, he'll answer.
I stay up at nights dreaming he does.
I fucking love my brother. I love my family. I love you Sparky. Rest in Peace or when I get there with you... I'll beat you up.