December 25

Snow had no idea, but I kept Cinnamon. I kept the beige and white plush bunny you gave me for Christmas almost eight years ago. She sat in the back of my closet for months, the last remnant of our friendship.

As much I wanted to, and needed to, I couldn't give her up.

I couldn't forget how many nights I fell asleep holding her.

How many days she sat on my bed, waiting for me to come home from school.

How many moments she'd been present for throughout our lives.

What she meant to me extended beyond you.

She was a pillar of my childhood, almost as much as you once were.

So, after a full day of presents and excitement, I fell asleep holding her. I fell asleep wishing that one day I'd forget you completely. That she'd eventually be just a stuffed animal I'd had since I was a kid.