Dear Blankie,

20 years later and I still will not go a night without you.

To be honest, I do not know exactly how you got into my life. I just know every picture starting from when I was a toddler, you always were in my hands.

You are still dragged around the house, played with as a dog toy, and even used as a tissue. You are brought on every trip, brought to every sleepover, brought to every sleep-away camp, and obviously brought to college.

Throughout the years, you have gotten completely ripped up and knotted, but I will not throw you out. The amount of times you were left at a hotel or friends house and had to be over-nighted can not be counted on my hands.

You bring me such comfort when I am sad or my anxiety levels are extremely high. You bring me such a feeling of home when I am away at college. You let me grip you tightly when I'm scared and lonely.

I was always nervous to tell new people in my life about you, as you are considered a "childish" thing to have. But every time I tell someone, they smile and usually tell me they have something just like you.

Every time I'm home, my family always says, "when are you going throw that gross thing out?" My friends always chime in and say "oh, that gross rag!"

The answer is never. I plan on having you forever, Blankie. So please stop ripping, so we can be together forever!