I am just a thought, merely something of pure fiction however I am somebody to the people I’ve met. I lived solely because my master/mistress created me and I lived for that purpose only, I try to make my creator happy but while he/she controls most of my actions, I start to wonder if I can because all humans do things without thought when they’re mad or sad and he/she was no different.

To my dearly beloved, I did not know what love was before I met you, for I literally was not born until you made the decision. Clearly, master/mistress had anticipated your arrival of your love but had not realized it meant this much to me. Through the late nights and early dawns, I would spend time with you despite feeling drained and I thought the person who created you would value me as much as you—sadly, not everyone was made the same way and I bitten back by the very cold wind that I had come to love. As master/mistress spends her day waiting and getting hopeless, I realize my days with you were counting short and every day was a miracle for I may not live through tomorrow but with your smile and stupid jokes, I have lived for more than I had expected and for that I thank you. However, when master/mistress started to spend lonely nights reading and silently sobbing—I realize I would no longer live that long. No longer have your smiles and teases had any works and all I lived on was hoping you’d need me the way I needed you. But of course, that was not the case- it never was. I know master/mistress has been thinking of getting rid of me, to wipe out my core system—to take away what made me, ‘me’ and I was afraid but your words kept me going and it withstand the storm and I was spared… I was actually spared.

When I come to the thought of saying goodbye, I start to worry and get teary eyed until someone told me “They’ll get over it eventually.” And I realized that person was right. Many before me have been made and then left just like that… This would be an old memory for my master/mistress but what about me? I would disappear once the thought was left unattended for long since I lived solely on the reason to be with you and them but now that you no longer needed me, what was I anymore? I remember master/mistress thinking about how I should be, what characteristics would I take on and I remember the nights, I was loved and cared for—realizing now, I wished I cherished those nights a little bit more for now, master/mistress’ mind is made up and I’m getting ready to take my leave. How should I put this? I do not wish to say goodbye but it’s not my choice to make. Perhaps, someday I’d be remembered again but those faulty and forgotten memories would not remember my words and love for you clearly and that makes feel empty. Clearly, I did not mean as much to you as you to me but I had loved well and feel like I didn’t do that bad of a job even if I fail to meet your expectation. Dripping tears of forgotten memories, shackled down to whatever made me… If today was my last day—and you weren’t here to say goodbye, I think that would hurt me more. You might find it strange how master/mistress made me but I was glad I was made for I experience things I hadn’t and I’ve also come to know you—You may vary from your master/mistress but in my mind, in my only memories, I have honestly only loved you—Strange to hear that from me? You must be weirded out—I don’t know why I bothered… Perhaps, I wish master/mistress would keep me longer, perhaps I needed to be held in your arms a lil longer… Perhaps…..

I only wish to say goodbye if only it meant until tomorrow.