In search of the true one, was always running in my mind. Being the quieter one and finally letting go of the long held emotion, the truth hit like a frost bite. It took so long to accept reality that she was never meant for me, but for someone else whom she had loved and married. Fair enough, life moved on as one thing I had learnt is to keep emotions and life separate.

After all, I am a human being. As time passed by and life flowing through stream, a smile in the corner caught my site finally. The smile of someone with whom I had lost the opportunity of being formally introduced. Once again, being shy, I cared less to act smart. Then came the day, when we got to exchange our names and what we do. Then again, murmuring to myself, this is not you, stop seeing sunlight and so few days pass by.

One fine day, she asks for a favor. The show-off could get the work done easily, totally on his grasp, I say to myself. Then we start talking. She wanted to give me company for a cake I craved for. Time went by and we became closer. We talked and talked, all day, all evening, all night. This goes on.

Excitement hit me, but fear of losing my way stopped me. Then came the sight I couldn’t resist. Right after lunch, I came down and saw her taking small bits of her apple, humming to herself and looking at her monitor. The sight of innocence was what caught me and I readily knew I was in Love.

I still knew she would be leaving in a few months, back home, back from where she came from only for sometime. But that wouldn’t stop me, I was determined. I was confident. But my confidence and determination killed time. I never got the chance of telling her how I felt although I am sure she understood. The confusion lied within me if she had felt the same way and it irritated me more.

My over-estimation and rash attitude of losing her finally led me to the biggest regret of my life. I was never in favor of long distance and the mixed proven fact of her “perhaps not feeling the same way” made me cut off from her. It took me only a bit of time that I had committed the biggest mistake and tried to get in touch with her. I was overburdened with guilt, and I am sure she was overburdened with anger by my foolish crime. She never responded.

I could finally make myself stable with every bit of bitter experience of comparing her with every others I met the last three years. I could never love again, and I stop trying. Just then a text shook me with the click of new year’s excitement. A text from a long lost dear friend, someone I had hurt and regretted.

“Guess you are preparing for new year’s eve. All I wanted to say is that I miss you and now I realize. Keep Smiling”. There was only one name I could think of, only one name I missed so much all these years. A rise in expectations, I rather not. But how can I explain my heart? She did remember me finally, and that should be enough to comfort me, but it is never enough.

I hope to see her once again and apologize, for anything and everything I have done. But do I get to share my feelings with her I carried and carry with me? I don’t know and will I ever know?

(Screen) Name: Silence

It was on a January afternoon, around 2:20, when she walked into my classroom for the first time. A few weeks before, I was informed I was getting a student teacher to train; I was both excited for the experience and to teach a new teacher in the field. We spoke for a while before she had to leave, as my next class was beginning to enter. As the weeks went by and she was with me everywhere I went on campus, we became very close. It got to the point that I was teaching her the art of classroom management and she would keep me in line with everything else. Finally, one day, she graduated from the program, and she continued to visit me in my classroom. We became closer and would talk and text after school. One night, as I was alone watching TV at home, she text me a title to a song she wanted me to listen to. I remember making fun of it, as I am a rockin’ roller, and this was a country song. I listened to the words over and over again; it was her speaking to me. I was in shock at first, but there was a big smile on my face. We continued talking, and seeing each other at school, we would kiss and hug in my classroom between classes. As time went on, we separated for a while; it was a dark time, now that I think back on it. And we were both in a situation where we were unable to be together outside of school. But later, as we discovered, we were on a road that eventually lead to where we are today, happy and madly in love. “All Roads will always lead to us”, I told her one day, and it came to pass. After 2 years of being together, we learned that we are unable to be apart. We live together now, and have plans to marry one day soon and raise a family of our own. It was the discovery of who and what we are to each other that brought us closer and to the point of not being able to be separated for too long. It was that cold day in January 2009 that changed my life forever. I couldn’t have asked for a more loving, beautiful, gorgeous, and so very perfect love to spend my life with. Thank you, RC.

(Screen) Name: milkdud51

This is about my first love. It was the first day of starting 7th grade. On the first day of school, i saw this cute boy and right away, i knew i was in love with him.This boy also had a friend who was also cute.I thought that he might liked me too.Anyways, the first day of school, i was looking at the boy and he was starring at me. I thought he might have liked me. Few months passed and we were sitting together in almost every class. We talked and laughed and smiled at each other.We became close together in friendship that we became best freinds right away. I was really glade that we got to hang out together.He was funny and always made me laugh. In class, we always talked without paying any attention to the teachers. One day, our friendship came to drop little by little. We never hang out anymore. I hang out with my friends and he hangs out with his friends. We went our separate ways. One day in class, i really felt hurt by him. He was asked if he like liked me and he said no, but likes me as a friend. I was so depressed. I cried day and night. My friend was there to comfort me. I felt a little better, but still thought of him. When I go to school i’ll always have to see his face. It was so hard to deal with, but i learned to deal with it. Not everyone will like you and thats okay. But if its your crush, then that’s very difficult to deal with.

(Screen) Name: puppylover

This is about my first love. It was the first day of starting 7th grade. On the first day of school, i saw this cute boy and right away, i knew i was in love with him.This boy also had a friend who was also cute.I thought that he might liked me too.Anyways, the first day of school, i was looking at the boy and he was starring at me. I thought he might have liked me. Few months passed and we were sitting together in almost every class. We talked and laughed and smiled at each other.We became close together in friendship that we became best freinds right away. I was really glade that we got to hang out together.He was funny and always made me laugh. In class, we always talked without paying any attention to the teachers. One day, our friendship came to drop little by little. We never hang out anymore. I hang out with my friends and he hangs out with his friends. We went our separate ways. One day in class, i really felt hurt by him. He was asked if he like liked me and he said no, but likes me as a friend. I was so depressed. I cried day and night. My friend was there to comfort me. I felt a little better, but still thought of him. When I go to school i’ll always have to see his face. It was so hard to deal with, but i learned to deal with it. Not everyone will like you and thats okay. But if its your crush, then that’s very difficult to deal with.

(Screen) Name: puppylover

it was november 14 and my best friend had just got her ex boyfriend back his name is kayce but thats not who this is about its about his best friend phillp it was the end of 6th perid and i was walking to 7th and i saw him he walked right up to me and started to tickle me so much i almost peed myself but i didnt the next day me and mt best friend destany ate lunch together we were in a line that was right next to them then they both told me to come up to them and i said no stupid me then i had aske ddestanys boyfriend what he wanted and he said that he wanted to go out with me it was a sorta hard week because i had got asked out by 3 or 4 people i had asked him out 1 week after that then he said no i was so sad then i went on thankgiving break i thought that he had forgot about it but no he didnt he hadnt forgot about it until the 2nd week before christmas break we were decorating the door and i saw him in the hallway and we were messing around and pretending to fight i went to the batroom and destany had talke dto him and had asked him if he had liked me and he said yes i was so happy then he was suposed to ask me out the next day but he didnt he had started to tell everyone he liked me it was so cute then the day he asked me out and i said yes but the said never mind i was so confused then at lunch i had asked him if we were going out and he said sorry but no i started to feel my eyes getting wattery and my heart droped walking to class so dizzy and tired from all the confusion it was reading time i had to read for a little because of the stupid state think our reading scores are low i cryed over a stupid guy i didnt even go out with i cryed all through 5th and 4th period good thing i have izzy sami and my little make to make me feel better but now it was friday the last day of school for christmas break and i didnt even think about him until the last period of the day i saw him as i walked out to my bus all he left me with is a i gotta talk to you when we get back and a tap on the sholder and from the time i got home and the time i started writing this i can and couldnt stop thinking about him

(Screen) Name: wheres the love

this was the second longest relationship id ever ben in. like all the others there was hate, betrayal, lies, but the one thing that stuck out the most was the fact that i have never loved anyone or anything so much in my whole life. i am still very young and full of love and passion for her; still…

the first time i met her i was in high school, she was dating my best friend at the time and i had the biggest crush on her. her my friend and i spent a lot of time with each other hanging out, laughing, just being high school kids. her and i always felt something in the air but never had the courage to admit it let alone act upon it. there were little times where i got to sit next to her in a car ride, or i would get to hang out with her while we waited for my friend(her boyfriend) to arrive at my house. like all high school stories this one too had drama and all that good stuff you remember from high school. long story short i lost touch with her and i went to school in another state, she did the same and we never spoke until one day i thought about her while living in another state. i dialed the number i remember she used to have and just like i hoped she picked up. with no die who was on the other line and absolutely no reason to believe it’d be me, i could help but play around and try and make her guess who i was. once the fun ended i told her who i was and story after story and this after that we stayed on the phone for hours eventually calling each other almost every day. we started visiting each other coming home on weekends from school to see each other or flying to each other, either way we started dating 2000 miles apart… after graduating school, having some fights because of me being stupid and not seeing the prize i have at home. i fly home to live with her at school. we’ve only been dating a couple months by this time so things were getting hot fast. i eventually ended up ending things with her because.. well.. because i was stupid and thought i needed time off because i didn’t know if i really deserved all the breakfast in bed, all the loving anyone could ask for, all the nights she made me feel like nothing could ever touch us. she then like anyone else did what anyone would.. find someone else to fill the void thats just been taking away from them. i didn’t want to lose her forever i just wanted some time off.. she had her time off.. then back on and the off again. this meant nothing to me because i knew she was mine. we finally move back home to live in each others parents house… pretty lame but we had a plan to leave and nothing was stopping us. things started to really become what i didn’t want. i saw her become more miserable everyday because of the nothingness our town had to offer. i had nothing to offer except for my love and a promise to never stop loving and taking care of her. its been almost two years we have been together and one day and opportunity to leave and vacation and get away popped up, and what better place than the tropical islands of hawaii. i don’t to see her for valentines day but i do get to see her for her birthday with is ok because i would get to be with her alone all day in her house with nothing to bother us but.. well.. nothing. she goes on vacation and we speak every day on the phone of via text. so the day she is to come home i wake up bright and early to go to the local flower shop and get about 100 red flower pedals that i carefully tossed around her room to welcome her home with candles, a candle lit dinner, and of course.. me:) i haven’t talked to her in 4 days but its ok because she’s probably just really busy having an awesome time, no big deal i get to see her today i thought to my self so i go over everything and say I’m ready but i am missing her favorite champagne!! its ok cause ill just call her best friend and she will tell me. i call and ask and before i get my answer i am asked why am i do this? well.. because she’s coming home today and i did all of the above for her. “Ha ha, you need to talk to her” “click”… what the fuck is that suppose to mean?… i finally send a text asking why her friend said this, she calls me… “hey baby how are you ?” “I’m good my love:) why did she say this?” “because I’m never coming home again” i still wear the promise ring she gave me.

its been nine months, and three weeks today since i have seen her.
she came home for the month of November 11′ with her new boyfriend. she sent me a text in the begging of the month letting me know she was home. i texted her later that day and asked if she really came home… she texts me back saying “no”. I’m driving one day and i see her… she looked so amazing i couldn’t believe it. i tell her i saw her and that she looks beautiful. i get nothing back. she calls me on thanksgiving crying about how she misses me and still loves me and how much better i treated her and how she took me for granted. everything I’ve waited to hear for almost 10 months given to me all at once. she tells me she wants to see me and i agree to. the next day she tells me to leave her alone. she’s going back to hawaii on the 30th of this month and i still never got to her. I’m still waiting for her and always will. come back beas

(Screen) Name: cootduck

It all started the summer of 2009. I started a work program to make some money, they posted me at a county barn where I had to weed eat, mow, paint, etc. There was so many guys working there, some cute ones too, I had my eyes set on this one guy, he was tall, tan, blonde hair, toned stomach, broad shoulders, (sounds like a fantasy, I know) anyway I had my eyes set on him, always flirting around. One day I was put on a crew with me, my brother, and an old friend. We were painting a cemetery pavilion green and silver. I love painting so I didn’t mind.

Our supervisor would take my brother and leave me and my friend there alone, we would always talk and reminisce about school and people we went to school with. Later I found out he was starting to like me. I was happy, I thought I’d finally found a boyfriend. But I was wrong, dead wrong.

The main lady from the job program I was on showed up for us to sign our pay checks, it was raining this day, and we were told to weed eat and mow around the shop. So I picked up a weed eater and it hit me in the eye, to my surprise a guy I hadn’t even thought about liking, took the weed eater away, wiped the grass from my face, and smiled at me. I knew this was gonna be a great chapter in my life. While outside mowing, his weed eater ran out of gas, he walked over to where I was push mowing a ditch and started talking to me, I soon then realized that I had previously ignored a friend request from him on myspace and facebook, we started talking about previous jobs, and I did find out I knew his sister. We clicked, I knew we were gonna end up together.

Later that day we said our Fischer for the weekend. Oh how I thought of him and couldn’t wait for Monday. When Monday rolled around we were setting across from eachother once again, he never said a word, just smiled. Our boss was giving our job assignments for the day, when we realized I was the only person on my crew that day and he was the only on his, so we were put together painting that day. Before we got out he grabbed my hand and smiled. That made my heart melt. We finished painting the pavilion an was put on weed eating, we went back to the shop and gathered our weed eaters and gas, when our supervisor took forever to come out of the shop, so we set there waiting when to my surprise he kissed me! My heart pounded, it was amazing beyond belief, at the end of the work day je took me home, and kissed me aging, when I arrived home he gave me his number and I invited him swimming with me an my brother that day.

I arrived at my grandmas and used me uncles phone to text him as we were headed to the lake, he was already there, we arrived an hour before dark. We talked and swam around and had fun. That’s the day we started dating.

Two weeks later he broke up with me on facebook, he said his parents didn’t want us together because of our age difference, 6 1/2 years. A week later we were together again. Two months went by and we were so happy, he said he loved me and I believed him. One night we had sex. And exchanged some dirty pictures. My mom found out the next day. she called the cops and tried to get charges filed. The police wouldn’t press charges because 16 is legal consent and because I didn’t file charges they dropped the case.

Three months went by and I haven’t heard a word from him, I thought it was over. I always talked about him with my friends at school when my bestie did the unthinkable. She found him on myspace and started talking to him, I knew nothing about this until she came to school the next Monday and showed me the messages, he still loved me and he said It never ended. That was the happiest moment of my life, I spent two years not seeing him but borrowing my cousins and uncles phone to talk to him for a year, I had my own phone the next year. Two years talking on the phone was my only communication with him. At the end of the second year I would stay the night with me brother who let me leave late at night to see this love of mine. I did this for a few months when my mother found out, but at this time I was 18 and it didn’t matter. I moved in with him the day after I turned 18. And we bought a house, which we live in now.

Honestly I do believe he loves me from the first time he said it. I am still waiting on a proposal after 2 1/2 years but I think it’s worth the wait. He held on through the police and everything. How many guys would stay with a girl if their parents tried to put them in jail? Not very many. So if he could hold on two years I think I can wait a little longer as well.

(Screen) Name: Babiigirrl

after breaking up with my long term boyfriend, i lost hope of ever finding love again. Thus i just told my mother to find anyone she likes and I’d simply marry him. she didn’t take any action about it until she found the exact carbon copy of my ex. we both didn’t know each other then but he used to visit a relatives house we normally go.

mom and the relative, both together tricked me into texting him, saying that he gave his number and that he wants to marry me. i tried my best not to text him but they persuaded me to do so. upon texting him we both found out what had really happened. so i said sorry and he said its okay. and thus i told my mother that it was over. however after that we remained as friends and also exchanged our email addresses. the best thing he liked about me was that i was honest to him. he trusted me as if i was an angel.

he was very caring and helpful. THE BEST!.. one day he brought up the topic on how we met and i said in reply ‘that’s long gone’. and he said ‘yeah it was nothing’. after some more months, someone called my mother and asked for my hand in marriage. mother asked me whether i was willing to do so and i thought, ‘why not? that guy doesn’t like me anyway’.

i did feel like i should tell this to the guy at least indirectly but thought he wouldn’t care anyway. and i knew it would hurt me if he didn’t care, because i had started to like him. so i said ‘yes’ and both families began to talk about marriage. just about 2-3 days after, he asked me in a conversation whether my mother found me someone. it was the second time he was asking me. the previous time[sometime back], i had said no and he had replied with a simple smile.

this time, however, i replied with a yes and he went silent. he wanted to know what was my response to the relationship request and i told him that i had said ‘yes’. he got angry and said if he knew that he wouldn’t have talked to me this way and asked why i didn’t think it was necessary for him to know it before i said yes. and thus he called me a cheater and wont call out to me online.

i didn’t dare call him out either since i knew his anger was because i was going to get married and that was something i couldn’t change. we spent like a month without talking. from the beginning he was very much concerned about his privacy and had asked me not to even mention his name to anyone. however, upon knowing that he had feelings for me, i ran to my mother right away and cried.

it was totally not me to cry in front of anyone and so my mother took it very seriously. She discussed about it to my brother and he asked for the guy’s details. when i refused to tell, my mother told him about one of our relatives who would know. my mother assured me that i could still have my way, but i didn’t want to do anything that would lower the status of my family in front of everyone. that’s why i chose to sacrifice my love. one day while i was online, that guy cursed me and called me a liar. i begged him to tell me what was going on but he wouldn’t. he told me to delete all his msgs, emails, etc and got offline.

i was shocked. what really happened was that my brother got the guy’s email address and actually shouted at him online[the guy was abroad by then]. my brother didn’t shout at him for calling me a cheater or whatsoever untold love between us, but because during those days when we talked, i used to ask my brother things that which used to contradict his beliefs and when my brother would ask who said that? I’d simply reply, ‘someone’.

my brother was curious to know who i was talking to and this was his chance to get back at him and so he did. i asked my brother what he had said at him about me and my brother replied that the only thing he said at him about me is that ‘you are the one who is brainwashing my sister, so its you whom i want to talk to’. i quickly sent him a message and explained that i didn’t tell my brother anything about him. and that it was my mother who discussed about him. i also told him how my brother had reached him.

however, he just cursed me again and called me a liar and got offline. i was shattered. just two days after he had cursed me the first time, i had a seizure while sleeping. doctor said that it i must’ve been in high stress because all the other factors were normal. i was admitted in hospital and had to go through a lot of tests, during which i missed him so much but i didn’t tell him anything, because i felt he wouldn’t care. i also had counseling to forget him but in vain.

anyway, when i had seizure my going to be husband and his family drifted away. we didn’t care about them n so we didn’t care checking on them. after like 2 months we heard from them and by then my father was angry and he refused to take this relation any further. i was so excited! felt like i should rush to the guy and tell him everything but now we had some other reason of anger between us which wasn’t very clear to me.

lately, my brother told me that, that guy is trying to be very friendly with him and calls out to my brother himself. i felt jealous. whatever reason he hates me for, it is [atleast partially] because of my brother. if he can be so cool with my brother then why not me? i didn’t get online much after my seizure and we rarely met online. i decided that i should tell him what I’ve gone through, and that i was single again. so i tried talking to him online and he did respond to me every time i called out.

however he seemed so distant and he kept his reply as short as he could. i didn’t get much of a chance to really talk about it anyway, because i was afraid to. finally i thought that i should rather not tell him anything and just forget him. so i called out to him and asked whether he was busy. he kept writing, writing, writing until i got disgusted and said, ‘i want to talk to you. wont take much of your time, allow me’.

i wonder what he kept writing for about 2-3 minutes, because he responded with an ‘OK’. i told him that whatever i wanted to tell him before, i think its better not to tell. and i also told him that its better i dont try to make him understand things anymore, but to know that I’m not a deceiver or a liar. he kept saying ‘OK’ in reply to whatever i kept saying. finally i cut it short and finished it with a ‘be happy’ to which he said ‘OK’.

since then I’m trying my best to pretend I’m happy and cool. i did show my relationship status on my profile as single too, but he didnt seem to care. neither did he greet me on the previous festive season, when he greeted everyone else. And perhaps i’m thinking of agreeing to marry someone who has been begging for my hand in marriage. you know what they say: be with someone who knows what they have when they have you..

(Screen) Name: Anne

When I was eleven, I met a boy. His name was Andrew. I didn’t talk to him very often, I think he hated me. When I was twelve, he talked to me a little over the internet. He told me he liked me. I thought nothing of it at the time, he was just another boy in my class. I forgot about that, and soon I turned thirteen. Andrew had had a few girlfriends, and he recently split up with the most recent one, Kelly. I didn’t understand why anyone would go out with him. About halfway through my seventh grade year, Andrew again told me he liked me. This time I thought twice; he was good at music, sweet, funny. Maybe he’d be worth it, but still, it was just Andrew. He started texting me, once a week, twice, soon it was everyday. I began to wonder what I would do about him. I didn’t like him, but I didn’t want him to like any other girl either. I decided to tell him I felt the same way about him, and it went fairly well. Soon we we’re having deep conversations every day, I could tell him anything, he wouldn’t judge me. Over that summer before eighth grade, I told him I wanted to go out with him, and we did. It wasn’t much different, as both of us were too nervous to ever go on an actual date together. Soon, his attention started to bore me. I wanted to be able to look at other guys and have a summer fling. I broke up with Andrew and didn’t look back. Eighth grade started, and I saw him again. After a few weeks, my feelings came back for him. I told my friend Jessica about this, and of course, Andrew found out. He asked me out, and I said yes. It was all sunshine, rainbows, and butterflies. Until the very next day when he broke up with me again because the spark just wasn’t there for him anymore. Suddenly, this was the worst pain I had ever felt, but I sucked it up and figured I would get over it. The next day he asked me to meet him at the lockers; he wanted to kiss me. I didn’t have the courage too. What boy would break my heart then have the nerve to still kiss me?! I guess Andrew was special. He asked me out again, and again, I said yes. It turned out to be a good thing. That spark was back. We were closer then ever. Our school took a trip to Washington DC together, and one night he texted me, he wanted to kiss on the boat we would be going on the next night. I was nervous, but I agreed. While we were eating dinner he looked at me, asked if I was going to chicken out, and winked. I promised I wouldn’t. He brought me to the deck of the boat, and turned me to face him. Too many people, I wimped out. I walked back inside and held his hand. God that felt good, the first time we’d touched. A slow song came on and he asked me too dance. Our bodies were pressed against each other, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as tight as I could. The song ended; we separated. A second later, my friend had pushed me and Andrew back together, and his lips were on mine. My first kiss. His first kiss. Yes. He sat next to me on the bus back to the hotel, we held hands, and talked about life. We did that every night for the rest of the trip. We talked every second we could. On the last day, we watched a movie about space, and we sat next to each other. I reached for his hand about halfway through. A little while later he whispered into my ear, “Wanna kiss?” and we did. My second kiss ever. It lasted about 3 seconds, a little longer than the first one. The trip soon had to end, and I didn’t get to see my love every second of the day anymore. We texted often though. Soon, I made the worst mistake. I had been at a party, and two other boys were dared to kiss me; I let them. It was stupid. I regret those moments so much. I told him, and I later found out he had cried when he saw that text. We went to the movies that day, and kissed three times. The next day at school, he wasn’t himself. Usually we could talk about anything, but today, he wouldn’t say a word to me. I apologized again, but it did no good. He told me we had to take a break. The rest of that day was terrible; the only thing that kept me from crying was my friend trying to make me laugh the whole time. After school he texted me, saying he was sorry for breaking it off. We got back together within five hours, but it wasn’t the same. Time would have to heal that. A few weeks later we went to the movies again, and he kissed me, using his tongue, multiple times. It was amazing. I was so in love with this boy, wen a few years ago I would have never imagined I could care for him. Two weeks later, we went to the movies again on a triple date; we sat alone. He grabbed my hand, and I couldn’t stop smiling. How in the world was I so lucky? The scene turned to one where the characters were in the ocean, kissing underwater. He looked at me and whispered, “come here”. We kissed for a while. A little later, we did the same. And once more, he leaned in. This time, he let go of my hand and put his arms around me. That was amazing, his arms around me, we kissed for minutes that felt like hours. It was amazing. As the movie was almost over, I felt him pull me in close again. His hands slid into my hair, and those few minutes were the best moments I think I’ve ever felt. I can tell Andrew anything. He doesn’t judge me, I don’t judge him. He is my everything, and I am so afraid to lose him. I never want our relationship to end. Sometimes, actually most of the time, he’ll say something and I won’t be able to stop smiling. We text right before we go to bed. His sweet I love you messages are the last thing I read before I fall asleep each night. I don’t ever want to loose Andrew, but I know when we graduate it will be hard. But for now, he’s Andrew, my first love, first kiss, and only love.

(Screen) Name: kdancegirl

People remind me of teddy bears. Some are full of stuffing and little else. Some are kept out of reach of the masses, only being able to be viewed but never touched. There are generic bears that share such a striking resemblance to each other that we could be forgiven for not seeing the individual beauty within each one. Like people bears come in a multitude of different sizes and colours; the possibilities are endless.

Some bears are old and tatty, while others appear to have been made yesterday. Some have jointed limbs while others cannot move their limbs at all. Some stare at us with unseeing eyes while their counterparts’ fur is so thick we can’t even see their eyes through their fur. Some teddies are matted, some soft and silky. Some can growl while others have no voice.

So if I compare people to teddy bears you’re probably wondering just what sort of bear I see you as…

You are a very special teddy bear indeed, though not everyone can appreciate that fact. Some choose to judge you at face value and that is their loss not yours, for if they really thought about it, they would see in you what I see when I look at you.

Your fur may be partly matted, some even having been worn away leaving bare patches that are scratchy to the touch. One of your ears sits lopsided; the result of someone’s attempt to ‘fix’ you. Your eyes are beautiful, well at least the one you still have is. The other long gone, leaving a stubborn thread hanging; the only reminder that it was ever there in the first place.

You might be grubby and in places your seams have split exposing the straw on the inside. A flat row of fur the only telltale sign that you once proudly wore a ribbon secured round your neck.

For some people that is all they see when they look at you before their eyes discard you. Yet while I see the same things that they see, I see you as being so incredibly beautiful and it makes me want to hug you all the more.

Those signs of wear and tear that some seem almost ashamed of, they show me how special you are. For while many might view them as flaws, I see them as signs that you have been loved so very, very much; and I know that is true because I am the one who loves you.

I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. To do so might risk losing your charm, your uniqueness and your personality and besides why change you when I already love you just the way you are.

I love you, so beary, beary much.

(Screen) Name: Vicki Kay