I’ve been here for quite some time.  I have lived with my best friend, Trinity, almost my entire life, even though it’s not technically my own place, I will always call this place my home.  In the past I was happier, my best friend would pay attention to me, but during the past couple of years, things between us have drifted away, almost as if we were clouds on a calm breezy day.  I have caught feelings for my best friend but she would never understand, I always wished I could confront her and talk to her about my emotions and how I feel towards her, but I just cannot.
We have known each other since pre-school, that was when I had first met her and it was the best day of my life without a doubt.  Back in the good old days, we used to talk for hours on end, as if we had all the time in the world, well, she would do all the talking.  She would tell me about her trying new things out, about how she never wanted to grow up, and as the years went by the conversations got deeper and deeper and each talk struck me in the heart as if her words were checking if I were alive.  I am alive but not like most people.  Matter of fact, not like anybody else out there, I’m not calling myself a hot shot or anything of that sort, but I’m one of a kind.
Time is both an amazing thing and a horrible thing.  I say this because time can be the best reliever when fights happen, but once something drifts away from you, you lose time, time that you could be spending with the thing that is drifting away from you.  This pertains to my situation, you know, the one where I started to fall for my best friend, except the only problem now is that she has fallen for someone else, well, that and one more thing.
I’m a toy.  A stuffed animal to be exact.  And to be even more exact, I’m a teddy bear.  I was a gift to her that her mother had given to her three months before she had passed away.  I had been there for Trinity, with her while she cried every night, asking God to bring her back.  I can still hear her screams, for she was a very ugly crier and still is to this day.  She always told me that her father explained to her that “mommy was very sick, and the doctors are trying everything they can for mommy, but God might have to take her to join him in a better place” and whenever I heard that couldn’t help but agree.  Her mother was a fantastic person in the three months I had spent with her.  You see, she knew that she was dying so she wanted to give something to her little girl that would make her smile.  She was always doing something to make someone smile.  She stuffed me at this wonderful place called Build A Bear, which is like the SPCA for stuffed animals.  She even did the whole little speech thing they have at the shop, where they have to person kiss the heart.  In that moment, right there, she gave me life, and gave me the big heart I have today.
Well there you have it, that is why I cannot approach her about my love, because I’m a toy.  I’ve been on the top shelf in her closet for quite some time now, I can over hear all of her conversations that she has in her room which may seem like something a stalker would do, but what else is there to do when all I can do is sit there on the top shelf collecting dust?  I’m locked in the closet and it’s impossible for me to get out and go somewhere, especially since I love her and would never leave her in the first place.  That’s how I know she has fallen for somebody else, he has come over a couple of times, I could hear them talking and having the times of their lives just watching tv and movies together under a blanket, since it was always cold up here in Alaska.
Well here she comes again, just to pick out an outfit that way she can go out with her friends or her boyfriend.  Or to.... wait what?  She picked me up, she actually picked me up off the top shelf.  she starts to dust me off and start hugging me tightly.  Then suddenly she starts to cry.  I always hated it when she cried because there was and is still nothing I can do to make her stop besides me silently sitting there hoping for the best to happen.  “I wish you could be alive, you’ve been through it all with me.  I just wish there could be some way you could come to life and respond to me, because I know you’ll understand everything.”
That’s when it hit me.  I need to get out of this stitching and get into a new suit.