Happy Teddy Day, everyone! It’s the cutest day of Valentine’s Week. What pops into your head when you think of a teddy bear? For me, it’s all about hugs. Those soft, comforting teddy bear hugs.

Teddy bears are more than just stuffed toys. They’re symbols of love and comfort. They’re a friend when you need one. A cuddly companion on a lonely night. They bring back childhood memories. Remember those warm, fuzzy feelings?

Teddy bears are a perfect gift. They express affection without words. They’re a tangible representation of your love. A soft, plush reminder of you. It’s a gift that lasts long after the flowers have faded.

Teddy Day arrived, and Munchie surprised me. He gave me a lovely card. A warm hug followed next. It felt so genuine and sweet. Then came a tiny gift. A cute teddy sticker. It was small and adorable. I smiled at his thoughtfulness. The surprises weren’t over. He had one last thing for me. A big, cuddly teddy bear! He’d ordered it online. From Firstcry, It was a whopping 90cm tall. He gave me the cutest, biggest teddy bear. I had always wanted a big teddy. It was a childhood dream.

I never told him my teddy preference. Yet, he somehow knew exactly what I wanted. It was the perfect teddy bear. Even I couldn’t have picked a better one. It was so incredibly cute.

The soft fur was a lovely shade of brown. Its eyes were big and round. They seemed to sparkle with joy. The teddy bear had a sweet smile. It instantly made me smile too.

I hugged the teddy tightly. It was so soft and cuddly. It felt like a warm embrace. This teddy was more than just a gift. It felt like a symbol of his love.

Munchie truly understands me. He knows what makes me happy. This Teddy Day was truly special.A Sweet Surprise! He started with a simple gesture.

Munchie, gave me that teddy bear. It was a sweet gesture. I loved it instantly. A soft, cuddly companion. Perfect for those quiet nights. Or so I thought.

Now, things have changed. A tiny green monster has emerged. Jealousy. It’s directed at my own teddy bear. Ridiculous, I know. But I can’t help it.

Munchie always hugs the teddy. Every single night. They cuddle up together. Snug as bugs in a rug. And I’m left on the other side of the bed. Watching. Seething.

The teddy bear gets all the love. The soft squeezes. The warm embraces. It even gets to share Munchie’s pillow. What about me?

I try to be rational. It’s just a stuffed animal. A fluffy toy. But the jealousy is real. I long for those cuddles. Those warm embraces. The teddy bear has stolen them all.

Maybe I should get my own teddy bear. Then we can have a teddy bear pile-on. Or maybe, just maybe, Munchie could share the love. Just a little bit. With me. Instead of the teddy bear.

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