Remember Me?

Yeah, you. You wrote me during a sleepless weekend, line by line, until you deemed me "complete." You compiled me, and let me enjoy my first run on your machine. Then you did the unthinkable: you stored me away, in the depths of the cold hard drive, never to be seen again. You moved on to another, "better" project. Little did you know I would always be here, waiting for your return.

After all, I am your program.