Love letter.

Dear Mr. Fixitall,

I write to you because I am so utterly broken.

I write to you with the wish that you have a needle and thread, for my seams are slowly ripping, and stuffing is falling out all over the floor.

If my seams are soon fixed, please unwind the thread that they call my lips. 

Make me a belly.

I want to be filled with honey.

Make me a heart that beats.

I want to be filled with love.

If you would, please, keep my lips unsewn, for I could never keep these feelings for you as dormant thoughts.

Mr. Fixitall,

I want to feel. 

Sew me new feelings of joy and inspiration

Paint me dreams

and let me call them mine.

Do not be alarmed when you find that all my dreams are of you

For the moment you put these thoughts in my head, I fell in love.

And oh to be immersed in the feeling of love, how the heart you gave me beats twice as fast when you're around.

And though the fantasy of infatuation is timeless, even the mightiest of bears begin to whither.

The thread will eventually unwind again. 

Everything will break and my tummy will turn to cotton balls.

I will be unfixable.

But know that I will die a happy bear, 

because you showed me the most beautiful thing in the world,

How to love.

Sincerely,

Miss Teddy B