Promise you won’t forget me, ever.

 “Promise you won’t forget me, ever. Not even when I’m a hundred.”

Christopher Robin once said those words with all the seriousness a boy could have when speaking to his best friend—a bear of very little brain but a heart full of love. And Pooh, though he didn’t quite understand what forgetting meant, knew enough to nod and say, “I won’t, Christopher Robin. Not even when I’m a hundred and one.”

Because their friendship wasn’t made of big adventures or grand plans—it was made of quiet walks, shared sandwiches, and sitting side by side without needing to say much at all. It was made of believing in each other, even when things changed. Especially when things changed.

Pooh never asked for more than time. And Christopher Robin gave him that—the kind of time that lives in memory, that turns days into stories, and stories into forever.

In the end, they knew something important:
Even when you have to grow up and go somewhere else, love can stay right where it always was—in the woods, under a tree, in the space between two friends who never needed to say goodbye.