When I realised they were gone, I was reduced to a bucket of tears. They meant so much to me, so dear, my precious....
I wrapped them in a bag because I didn't wanna dirty them while spring-cleaning. Today I realised they were gone. And when I asked, I was told they were thrown away. I was stunned, speechless. Walked back to my room before I realised the extent of the matter. Tears flowed...those were my very precious. You can take away all the others but give me back my dog and my bear. They meant alot, alot to me.
They sat on my table, day in, day out, for 2 years 7 months. Now that they are gone, I feel a sense of loss. I don't know what I'm crying to this extent, but I know they meant alot to me, too much, in fact. Mum was surprised at how hard I cried and felt extremely guilty for throwing them away. As much as I wanted to comfort her and tell her it's okay, my tears betrayed me.
There's nothing I can do, except to tell myself that this happened for a reason. A hurt that temporarily ceased came back worse than before. One day it will cease to hurt...one day it will. But for now, I really really want my dog and bear back. I sat on my bed, gazing at my table every now and then, hoping to see them suddenly appear right there. Each time, I'm disappointed. Each time, they aren't there.
My smiley bear that never fails to cheer me up when I'm down. My graduate dog who always reminded of that very memorable moment of my life. I know the memories will stay, but the sense of loss, somehow overwhelms me at this point.
I want them back, badly. |
