Teddy Bear,

I wish I could go and take you with me wherever I went.

I wish I would never have to deal with the pain of leaving you behind in my room, whenever

I went to school or work or out with my family.

I wish I could cling to you whenever I wanted to escape all of my problems.

But I know I can’t.

Because I know that no matter how much I love you or hug you or hold you, there’s a

brevity to it. The time will come when all of your fur begins to fall out and your sparkly bow

begins to lose shine. This I know may be inevitable, and yet I refuse to let go.

Perhaps it is because of how immature I am,

purposely putting off responsibilities  and

placing my heart before my head. This is a

problem that must be solved.

So today, I bid you goodbye, although it pains my heart and saddens my soul.

Softly, I place you into the donation bin, surrounded by too small t-shirts and pants.

Slowly, the car pulls away and I watch you disappear under the crook of a new person’s arm.

Sincerely,

Teddy Bear-Less