Dear whatever animal, blanket or soft comfort object you may be... I am sorry.
I'm sorry for the times I fell asleep and forgot you in the living room. It must have been awfully dark. I hope you know I never forgot you and would always rush downstairs in the morning to make sure you were ok.
I'm sorry for holding you too tight during my nightmares. I'm sorry that sometimes you got thrown around during a frightened fit in the middle of the night. I'm especially sorry for the times I would lose you in my sheets. I hope you weren't scared too.
I'm sorry for the time I got the stomach flu and vomited on you. I hope the extra strength tide and high wash setting felt more like a spa day than a violent chemical wash.
I'm sorry for letting my friends play with you and throw you down the stairs. Hopefully, it felt like a fun rollercoaster and hopefully you know we meant no harm.
I'm sorry for the long car rides where I would fall asleep and drop you on the floor. I know there were a lot of toys and unidentifiable foods down there. I'm sure it was rather scary and I am truly sorry.
I'm sorry for falling asleep sometimes on top of you. I promise my goal was not to suffocate you.
I'm sorry for the times my friends would sleep over and I would hide you in my closet, next to my reject toys and old dolls. You didn't deserve to be a secret. You were my biggest comfort.
I'm sorry for the times I would argue with my mom and throw you on the ground in anger. You were so good to me, always consoling me when I was upset and I had no right to toss you around like that.
I'm sorry for the nights where I got snot and tears all over you. I'm sorry you had to hear me cry over that same boy again. I know if you could talk you would probably tell me to stay strong and know my self-worth is more than what anyone says in anger.
I'm sorry for replacing you with meaningless teddy bears an old boyfriend won me at a fair. They could never compare to you.
I'm sorry for those times when you could see him arguing with me and saw me sobbing. I'm sorry I didn't pick you up then. I'm sorry I ignored you. I'm sorry I grew up too fast.
I'm sorry for packing you in a box for four days when I was moving to college. I hope you were able to breath alright.
I'm sorry for getting homesick and crying on you the first week of college. I'm sorry for not washing you after crying on you. I still haven't got the laundry thing down yet and didn't want to risk ruining you.
But mostly, I'm sorry for not giving you enough attention.
I have not forgotten about you and my only hope is that one day, many years from now, I can have a little child of my own who can give you the love you truly deserve.
Love,
Your person
