LOVE DOESN’T NEED TO BE REAL… TO FEEL REAL
Every night, Punchy does the same thing.
He curls up…
pulls his little plush toy close…
and holds it like it’s everything.
Sometimes he kisses it.
Sometimes he just holds on тιԍнтer.
Because to him… it’s not just a toy.
It’s comfort.
It’s safety.
It’s the closest thing he’s ever known to a mother.
And maybe that’s the part that breaks people the most.
Because he doesn’t know it’s not real.
Or maybe… he does.
But chooses to believe anyway.
Because when you’ve felt alone…
you don’t question love.
You hold onto it.
Even if it comes in the form of something soft… silent… and sтιтched together.
And maybe that says something about all of us.That love isn’t defined by what it is…
But by how it makes us feel.
Do you think Punch knows the truth… or does he believe it’s his mom?
If you believe love is about feeling safe, no matter where it comes from.
