Child's Play

Almost a year ago, the little guy that has always gone unnoticed in my room moved to a new home. In exchange, I had brought home with me a new little friend.

In the beginning, it seemed a little childish to me...like two kids exchanging toys. But very soon, I came to realize that the meaning behind the simple action was something much much deeper.

During all those long, stressful nights, my new little friend kept me company...and you did the same on the other end. I would look at him and smile...knowing that you would be here beside me if not for all the restrictions. When I needed comfort, I would hold him close to me...knowing that you would hug me if the situation allowed it.

Today I have lost my little friend. And at the same time, my little guy has also come home to me. Every now and then, I look at him from afar. He is no longer the lively, playful fellow that he was in the past year.

I want to hold him in my arms, but I am afraid to touch him...because seeing him here already hurts too much...because not touching him might allow me to save a part of you that is within him.