Valentine’s Leftovers

We all had one, a teddy bear, beautiful just like the one who gave it to me. We all cherished the encased shape of cotton, with the illusion it physically holds love. Then we all had that day the love inside the bear turned to anger, the memories became nightmares. We all had to rid of it, but it's always hard. Because you need the memories like nicotine. You need the love, even if it's buried deep in hate. We all had one, and one day we all didn't.