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So I might put this story on Reddit too idk yet.
When I was a kid I had a stuffed giraffe, I got him at the age of 4 or 5 for Easter. I loved him, I played with him, I loved him like a dear friend because for 10-12 years he was my only friend that stayed through rough and through soft. I had him as a favorite toy for years. This toy was my rock, I took him everywhere and did everything with him. We called him Hunny, a name after my great grandfather,
At the age is 14/15 I lost him. I didn't notice because we moved around and at this age I had stopped taking him everywhere. A year later when everything was settled I noticed I was missing Hunny, we dug everywhere for him. Iost all hope in finding my greatest friend on Earth ever again.
6 years later, a week ago, I was talking to my friends and partner about my lost toy. Our friend found it with a press of a single button on their phone, after I had tried the same thing for years, different phones and their different abilities, anyways. My partner didn't hesitate and bought him for me, he came in yesterday and I really looked at him today, this doll, is quite literally the same exact doll I had when I was a child. Hunny and I at last reunited.
And yes there was a part of me that didn't believe it was actually him until I noticed the mouth and hand string was loose, just like my dear Hunny had, the white strings shown from years of playing with him like I remembered too. So yes if I want to believe this is my doll I'm beiling this is my doll.
What's this? Two covers in one two weeks?!
This one isn't a Proseka video this time just me projecting lesbians onto other lesbians, haha
I even did thumbnail art this time!