I used to be a boy’s best friend.
I was his birthday gift when he turned five.
He loved me instantly,
And we became friends for what I hoped to be forever.
He called me Teddy.
I was a big Teddy bear,
And I was a big part of the boy’s life,
Both literally and figuratively.
For years, I had been his best friend.
Mom and Dad got him a double bed just so that I could always be close to him,
And he could hug me whenever he wanted a hug.
When he was happy,
I was happy.
When he was sad,
I was there to comfort him.
My soft heart was his cushion.
Year after year I watched him grow.
Going to school.
Learning to bike.
Making friends.
Playing basketball.
And I loved him all the same.
Every time he made a new friend,
I was happy for him.
I wa...