I realised after hearing this story…
“How important is someone’s presence in our life nu”.
Have you thought about people who have no one to speak, no shoulders to lean on, or no one to listen. Have you felt their loneliness??
They talk to their Byk, walls, to the moon, listen to music, and cry inside their car. But I often wonder even when lifeless things understand us; why not humans??
In a world that declines love, being a plush is a blessing.
Can i be your plush??