Stitched With Memories

From my perch, I watched him wander the empty halls. "No matter where you go, I dare you to forget me... My love," I whispered.

My fabric faded, my stuffing uneven, but I was the keeper of our shared past. Every stitch and patch carried the essence of her touch, her laughter.

Despite the years, she left me behind as her silent messenger. He tried to let go, but my presence was an tether, a reminder of a love that refused to be forgotten, echoing through the passage of time.

PS: I am participating in the #30days30stories challenge and this is Day 4. Wow, I lasted four whole days without giving up! Someone pinch me. This amazing challenge is being hosted by Dagny and Nirja.