21 August 2012
When you first got me from under the Christmas tree, that morning, your whole face lit up. You picked me up and smiled, just smiled at me, before wrapping me in a hug.
You played with me all day, and the next day, and the next day too. I felt loved and wanted. It was the happiest time of my life.
We'd trek through the jungle, travel to Arabia and save the princess, become a knight in shining armour; we could do anything, as long as we were together.
But, as you grew older, things started to change. You started the place you called 'school'. Suddenly, you didn't have enough time for me anymore. I'd sit on your bed all day, waiting for you to get home, until, finally, you'd burst through the door and envelope me in a warm hug.
But, as the years went by, we grew apart. You spent more time outside with your friends, or sitting at your desk, doing homework. Maybe that's just the way things are. You can love a child, so dearly, but, eventually, they will tire of you. Much like the way you tired of me.
It must have been when you were 10 when it happened. I was the only one left, you see. All the other toys had been thrown away long ago. Your bedroom had changed too. Instead of the peaceful pale blue walls, and white bed, the walls were covered in posters, your bed, now a rebellious black. I now resided on a dusty old shelf, hidden from sight.
That day, you stood on a chair and reached for me, scooping me up in your arms. You hugged me tightly, and carried me all the way out of your room.
I felt truly happy again as you pulled down a ladder from the ceiling and started to climb up. We were together, and that was all that mattered.
That was before I was placed in the strange room. Before I watched you start to walk away. Before you slammed the door shut behind you.
Before I was left in the darkness. Alone.
I guess I'm just a stuffed animal. Junk. Worthless.
I'm still here, worn and dusty. It's been years since that day.
I know that you abandoned me.
I know that you betrayed me.
But I can't help hoping -
Wishing -
That one day, you'll come back through that door, and rescue me from here. That one day you'll cuddle me again. That one day, you'll play with me again.
Just like old times.
Just Like Old Times • Opuss № I