His Hands

A few years ago, I wrote a poem about a fox plushie that means a lot to me ^_^ This is a story about that plushie and a pillow. You won't get it ^_^

I know how much he wants to punch that god-damned plushie. Why? Well, let's just say, that plushie has received some things that he should have had. Both were named the same.

He never knew how much I want to hug that damned pillow. Why? Because it looked after him when I couldn't. It kept him believing in me when I couldn't talk to him. It gave him hugs when he was lonely. It deserves more love than I did.

But when we finally meet, we won't think about plushies or pillows. We'll think of the sweetest things we said to each other. We'll think of the kindest thoughts, the gentlest words, the bravest tears. Why? Because we love each other. That's why.

Author's Note

Labby: So, what do you think?
Yasmin: It's so sappy.
Labby: I wasn't asking you ¬_¬ So, what does everyone else think? ^_^

Reviews

[Adil Khan]

Just love this one. LOVE IT!!! I actually read it about five times before commenting. Every word of it is so true. And you deserve more love than the pillow.

Love this. Thank you for writing this. Love the pic you chose, the words you wrote, the way you put it all, and the way you ended it. I love you Labby. ^_^

[Labyrinth Kuro]

Aw, thank you sweetie ^_^ You're so adorable ^_^

[Adil Khan]

Eight. I've read it eight times now. ^_^

[Labyrinth Kuro]

You...count? ^_^

[Adil Khan]

Haha. I've lost count now. ^_^

[Labyrinth Kuro]

Oh alright ^_^