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I miss you.

About a year or so, I would wake up with you clutched to myself, your soft fuzzy body in my arms as they were every night, since the day I promised to be your guardian angel. Your cute little snores sounded like the ones that'd come out of a plushie when it'd be squeezed and when I'd go ahead to kiss your cheek, I'd notice the sweet little smile on your face, the one that was there this whole night as I held you to me like you were some sort of world saving relic.

I'd slowly let go with my arms unwrapping from your body, my hands gently caressing over your fur, exploring that soft touch, the soft touch that could not be compared to anything else. No other body I had touched could be compared to the softness of yours and no body shape could be compared to yours. You were beautiful to look at and amazing to feel with my hands. I could compare you to my teddy bear when I was a kid, the only thing I could hug to myself at night and whisper all of my woes into its ear. However, my teddy bear would never respond. You always responded with the kindest, most calming words mixed with the softest voice that ever went through my ears, a voice that could calm me down no matter what you'd say. Your giggles and chuckles were the ones that'd warm my heart to the point where I'd completely melt into you and think nothing about you and your personality. Your looks, your words and your warm, soothing personality were what made me fall for you like I've never fallen for anybody else. I considered you to be my true first boyfriend, because you made me feel emotions in such a way that I've never felt before. Never have I cried because of how much I just loved someone until I met you. Never have I fallen to my knees in front of someone and hugged them when I was hurt and begged for help, because you were the one who always made me feel better so strongly, so quickly. No friend of mine has ever made me feel so much like I've felt for you. My friends were all of my limbs and you were my heart, my core.

After doing my morning chores, I'd go outside to sit under the tree, taking cover from the sun by resting back against the shadow that the leaves provided. I'd spy on you waking up from my window, seeing your cute naked body look for me then spot me outside, which was when I'd wave to you. You'd go on to do your own chores and I'd just sit there, feeling proud and satisfied with my life with you. Eventually, you'd show up and sit in front of me and I'd pull you to me, wrap my arms around your body and rest my head on your shoulder, your back to my chest, our clothing unfortunately preventing me from feeling your soft fur again but I wouldn't mind, because as long as I could touch and have you close to myself, I'd be happy.

My head would rest against yours, my ears resting against that wrap on top of your head. I'd smile, going ahead and giving you a little kiss to the cheek, only for you to turn your head at the same time and receive a smooch right to your lips, which you'd soon kiss back and let it happen for a good while before we'd both pull away and look at each other's eyes, your hand caressing my cheek whilst I caressed your tummy. Your eyes showed so much glee, so much happiness, so much love, care, kindness, thankfulness and I'd feel so, so important, so cared for, so mattering to someone, even if it was one person, it was just the person that I wanted my whole life, there, in my arms, in my safety.

We'd spend hours there, sometimes completely silent, if not whispering to each other how much we love each other. We'd only leave but that'd only be for food or bathroom breaks, because we'd spend all of our free time there, under that tree, under our initials carved into the tree trunk. Then, at night, we'd head back inside where we'd go to our rooms, undress to our natural forms and lay in bed. I'd reach up to turn off the lights and I'd hold you to myself again. Sometimes, after a while, you'd call my name in the middle of the night and tell about how much you were afraid...and I'd just whisper that everything would be okay and that I'd be there for all of your time. You'd smile, close your eyes and breathe slowly, signifying that my job, my duty, at making you feel better had worked and I'd feel the most intense sensation of pride and satisfaction with myself.

Then, one day, you began coughing a lot. You vomited too. I hurried you to the hospital and my last sight of you was you on that stretcher with the people in green carrying you away. I got to hold your hand one last time, but it wasn't for long enough. But then again, no matter how much I'd have held it, it would've never been long enough.

Whenever I'd try to visit you, the doctors would not let me go in. I'd beg, I'd sometimes even try to force myself in, but security would always stop me. I tried my best to be there for you, but they wouldn't let it happen. They just wouldn't. They wouldn't let it happen, I swear.

One morning I woke up to the news of your passing. No matter how many hugs I'd get and shoulders I'd cry on, the pain would not go away. Getting drunk would not make the pain go. Falling asleep would make me feel the pain in my dreams. Waking up would make the pain worse. You'd not be in my arms. I had no one to hold in my arms. No one. I was all alone.

I am all alone. I have no one like you anymore. No one can give me as much love as you did. I'm all alone. All alone.

I still love you, but I want you to come back. I want you. I need you. You were the only one. I wish you were here to hold me and tell me it'd be all okay.

I wish you were here.

I wish you were here...