Pika-boo!

Do you have a friend? Of course you do.

How about a great friend?

Hmm.

Now that makes you think and consider a little while.

As for me, I got a great friend. Yes. No doubt that I got a great friend. He’s always there. He’s everywhere.

After my sweaty work every day, I immediately come to my room for a rest, lie on my bed and hug him tight. I hug him tight and never let go until I finally feel fine and comforted. He looks back at me as I glance at him and he smiles with his cheerful eyes.  You can never just resist his cute face if you did, too. You may want to pinch his cheeks because it’s reddish and stuffy. Pinch them like a madman, it’s fine. He won’t get mad anyway. It’ OK.

During my sleeping time, I do not consider sleeping hugging my pillows. No perfect pillow can ever replaced him. I repeat, no perfect pillow can EVER replaced him. Pillows are made plainly for the body. But this great friend of mine isn’t. There’s heart in it. Everytime I close my eyes, I can feel his heart beating. So I have my heart for him, too.

And have you ever felt like an astronaut so lonely in this whole universe?

Sure, you did. As for me, when I’m alone in the dark. When no one understands me. When the world is against me. When nobody remains there for me. When I’m wide awake troubled in the middle of the night, my great friend stays by my side, unchanged since that very first day I got him way back 5 years.

And everytime I’m free, doing my art, music, journal or anything  I wanted in my room, he’s always there to support while smiling back at me, his eyes, positive. Reminiscing too many things that has happened for the past five years, I can’t help but cry every time I remember the darkest times I had. Yet I smile when I remember that I was hugging so tight my great friend radiating off his love to relieve me. I’m glad that God had given me a great friend.

But unfortunately, we can never have each other forever. Forever is just a word. It does not happen in real life. As I get old, he gets old too. I think about crying everytime I think about this. What if he’s gone? Who will be there for me? And on the other hand, if I did, who will be there for him? I don’t want him abandoned. He’s more than what people can think of him. He’s got little things too big to me.

I’m in my room now, hugging him tight, getting teary. And do you perhaps know Toy Story?

While Andy’s got Woody, I got somebody. And I will never ever throw nor give him away to anybody. NEVER. I will always be by his side like what he does for me until I’d give in my last breath one day sincerely.

But seriously, my great friend is not human. My great friend is man-made. I got a Pokemon, a Pikachu stuff toy.

Whoah. Is it possible to have a great non-living friend?

Yes.

Read our story all over again. :)