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I just remember having a conversation (over text messaging) with a friend of mine. I call him my big teddy bear coz he's so huggable and he looks like one of my teddy bears. He commented about someone I told him, some person I liked.
He said, "Ok lang malimutan mo na si bear (referring to himself) wag lang si *tooot* (it's our little secret)."
Then I told him, "Hindi noh! Mas labs ko si bear! Si *tooot* bonus na lang."
How true. I always loved my bears more than the people who gave them to me. I always loved my teddy bears more than my pets, or my friends, or even my past boyfriends (there were only two, ok?). :p You can even ask them!
Two of my favorite bears are named Bahbah bear and Amber bear. I got Bahbah during my 15th birthday, and I loved him so much ever since. I got Amber just early this year. She was the only one who levelled up to Bahbah after 4 years... Well, my favorite bears sleep beside me and the rest at the other end of my bed. There's a lot of them actually, but it will take lots of time for me to name them all to you (yes, they all have names).
The point of the matter: even if the times and the tides change, the people and places and situations change, there would only be one thing that will remain constant in my life... my Bahbah bear, my Amber bear, and my unexplainable attach ment them. It's not so much as who have given them and on what occasion, but more of how much of my character I brought into them. They are a piece of my soul.
And back to the person who started all these thoughts. My big baby bear Michael Dominic. The very talented and kind hearted brother. Other people may remember you as the great singer, the great pianist and musician, the sweet person thay you are. But I will remember you past these, coz I'll remember you as my biggest bear, the one that hugs back. 
"The sun sets in
And twilight falls
A chilly breeze surrounds
All the night creatures come out
All the morning creatures succumb
And I
Weary as I am
I return to my abode
And
Finding there
A piece of my soul
A little smile, a little sigh
A little child in my arms
A warm, fond embrace
Soft, gentle lips on mine
And there
Alone in my room
Among the feathery quilts
I lie awake in my bed
Waiting for the sunlight in my dreams"
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