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There are some times in life when you feel lonely and it seems nobody longer cares about you. That strong feeling of emptiness inside you just come all of a sudden without really knowing the cause of it, people will definitely think you are doing well outside while you are dying slowly inside.
Some days I just lock myself inside and cry, hoping someone would come, hold me and tell me is going to be ok. But while I stay in my room wishing for someone to be my side and there is none, when I look the only thing I see is my teddy bear.
My teddy bear was what I could hold during my down moment, when no one was there to hold on to. I felt a deep connection with my teddy even though it was not a human, it acted as something I could hold, squeeze and feel while I cry for pain, feeling lonely.
It took me some weeks before I could heal of this loneliness and be free again. I know challenging times do not last, they are just part of the things of life that just come and go, I never allowed my situation to eat me up to the point that I see myself less of a human.
After my recovery, I decided to go out with my teddy bear. I dedicated the special outing day to my teddy bear for being there for me when I couldn't find someone.
I went out and along the line few of my friends came to join me. We ordered for some drinks and my friends were all surprised as they heard me said 'one for my teddy'. They did not believe I could do such a silly thing by ordering drink for my teddy bear, but I never mind, if only they understand what I passed through, when I needed the so called friends and they were not there, and now they are trying to judge me for showing some love to the only thing that was there for me when the whole world turned their back on me.
I know it looked like I was idolizing my teddy bear, but I don't care. I felt teddy needed my thanks and appreciation, and I never hesitated to do that.
Enjoy yourself teddy, don't mind what people are saying, it is me and you against the world.
I love my teddy bear...
