When i feel like a stuffed animal

Those years of our childhood, where we played with our stuffed animals and our imaginary friends.
Back when, dreams, reality, light, happiness, pain, jealousy, love and anger were all mixed up in our minds.
We never knew what was what.
We created our own worlds of fantasy.
We lived our own stories.

What if you actually were one of those stuffed animals?
What if, even if you were one, you could feel?

I'm not a stuffed animal, but sometimes people treat me like i was one (or even like i'm invisible --> Maybe i am :/).

... and then I met you.

I became your favourite toy, the one that you believed that was always there for you...
Even when you're happy!
When you're sad!
When you're angry!
or just feeling down...

I remember when you snuggled up to me, and said for the first time that you loved me, even if in your mind i was just a toy.

I remember when you said "I don't want to set the world on fire/ I just want to start a flame in your heart/ In my heart i have but one desire/ And that one is you/ No other will do."
If i could at least smile at you, or letting you know that I loved you the same way.

One tear escaped from your eye... I wiped it and told you "Our flame will never die."
And in the way that I wasn't expecting that became an inconvenient truth.