He was my one true love for a season or two.
Oh how I adored him.
Then time played a cruel joke on us and we soon had to part ways.
We suffered being apart from each other.
At least that's what I thought.
I would feel him in the wind, and dreamed of him often, that he too wished for me.
I was left very sad and felt very much alone for a long time.
I missed him so much so often, I imagined hearing his voice.
I'd read the letters we shared between us just to see his words.
And in my mind, I'd conjure his voice just to hear them being spoken.
Then life took a turn for me, and soon I was busy all the time.
I barely had time to myself and my put away thoughts.
I'd come home alone to hide in the comfort of 4 lonely walls.
They knew my secrets, my pain, my tears but kept quiet for me.
Then one day, I sat on the edge of my bed, struggling to start my day.
He appeared behind me sitting on my bed in the form of an actual bear,
since that's what I used to call him.
He spoke to me and I turned to look at him in shock.
I thought I was losing my mind.
I tried to reason with myself as to why this was happening.
That maybe he appeared in this form to me because my loneliness had gotten the better of me.
Another thing I had conjured to fill a void, perhaps?
Something I could actually see and touch this time?
But could I ? I hadn't tried to just yet.
But he seemed to know my mind.
Or was it my own speaking aloud?
He told me he was here of his own free will.
He had sensed somehow that I needed him.
He wasn't shy to tell me he missed me too.
So there he was every day for me.
In his bear form, talking to me, keeping me company.
He would make me laugh and cheer me on.
At night he would hold me close and keep me warm till I dozed off.
I was happy again. He made me happy. I had my bear back.
Then came the day, the sun shone thru my bedroom curtain.
What a lovely, fine day I knew it would be.
I finally had a day to myself, and I was going to spend it with Bear.
He tapped me on my shoulder and asked
"What would you like to do today?"
I smiled and told him I had plenty of ideas.
I went off to get washed up and start my day with him.
But when I returned to the room, he was gone..again.
I looked for him and called for him.
It was only then, I heard his voice whisper in my mind.
"Go do those things you want to do, have fun. Don't forget to live your life".
