...And we called him 'Berber'

I saw my old teddy bear when I cleaned my closet last night. It has been sitting in that dark and lonely corner for more than a year now. Somehow I felt glad to see it once again.

I took it out and gently rubbed its furry nose. I remember that first time he was given to me. Along with him is a promise of a long and lasting love. He served as a testament of how love grew and prospered. He is a witness of the many wonderful things that two people do and experience all in the name of love. He is a testimony of how two people struggled to beat the odds and fight for their love. It's so sad to know that he has to be a sign of that same love which failed in the end. If he could speak to me right now, I wonder the sad words he will be telling me, and how sad he is to know that he is nothing now but a memoir of a love lost among the intricacies of life and its complications. If he could speak to me right now..yeah.

But he won't speak. He never will. It's a pity.