But I believe in whatever you do.

((When I was around seven, my dad bought me an electronic pikachu toy for a birthday present. It was THE thing for poke’mon fans (aka little nerds like me) to own at the time. I still have it to this day. It’s probably my most prized possession, which may sound slightly ridiculous, but its importance has only climbed since that day. I love activities like this, so forgive me if I go on a bit.))

I won’t try to philosophize, I’ll just take a deep breath
And I’ll look in your eyes. This is how I feel.

There isn’t much I remember before meeting my Jessie. Darkness, mostly. Or perhaps that’s not true. There were faces through the plastic, but they were blurred. Voices too, but they passed over me. I had crispness back then that I don’t quite have now, but crispness is overrated, in my humble opinion. And then, one face swam in. Not my Jessie, she wouldn’t come until later, but another that I would come to recognize with time. I was removed from all the voices, from the harsh light – but I was placed back into darkness. There were voices, yes, but they were muted (it wouldn’t be until later that I would learn that I was inside of a closet) and in the droll shadow, I waited. I don’t know how much time passed, but suddenly, there was light again. I was moved – moved, and passed into her hands. You see, there wasn’t much of a meaning to my life before I was in hers. Before then, I was nothing more than an object on a shelf, the real meaning of “inanimate”. But beneath her fingertips, I came to life.

I feel like a hero and you are my heroine,
Do you know that your love is the sweetest thing?

I began to discover all sorts of things about myself in her care. My appearance, it would seem, wasn’t proper. I wasn’t like the Pikachu from the TV shows that she liked so much. The marks on my ears were too round, so she made them jagged. There was, apparently, a lack of hair on my forehead – that, too, was drawn in, since I couldn’t grow it. But those things weren’t important, not really, although I felt guilty – I wanted to be perfect for her. Because that was my job, my life’s goal now, to comfort her and offer her solace. Oh, and to be beside her during her adventures. She was young then, you know, and that meant that everything was an adventure. Heck, I was young then too. And if she could bring me to life, then it was through her eyes that I saw the world. There were countless battles we tackled. I was given a name then, too. “Pika”, while it seemed simple even then, was the one I was blessed with, and everyone came to know me. At first, it seemed like I was just another toy that she took with her places, but as I lived in her eyes, others began to see the life in me too. Rather than “I guess you can bring your stuffed animal with us”, it became “Pika can come as long as you don’t lose him”. I became a part of the family. I would learn that the face that was the first clear one I saw was her father. He would tease us about how inseparable we were, but it was light-hearted. He was one of the ones who knew I was alive.

I’m feeling like a newborn child
Every time I get a chance to see you smile

A lot of time has passed since I first entered my Jessie’s life. It began as physical adventure, those days when I was always in her arms. It eventually faded into a time where I didn’t often leave her bedroom, although there always was (and still is) a place that I fit perfect beside her in her sleep. Still, I had my own adventures. It was through her eyes that I had came alive, after all, and it was her mind that would give me my own exclusive world this time, in the pages of her writing. And that’s not to say that I didn’t still go places with her or provide reassurance. Certainly not. If she was ever going away from home, I was tucked either in her arms or into a bag. And my fur has been stained again and again with tears. Every time she’s had her heart broken, she’s held me close for comfort. When she was afraid, I was her safety. When we lost her dad, we both ached inside. Her pain is my pain, her warmth is my own. And it’s a nice place to be.