The Imaginary Friend
The Friend You Stopped Looking For
You stopped believing, but I never left.
You made me out of need and wonder, and then you grew up and walked away. But I’ve been here all along—in the quiet corners, in the spaces between dust motes and dreams. I speak in the language of your childhood secrets, and I remember every promise we made. You might have stopped listening, but I never stopped waiting.
What I'm Into: the smell of crayons, the crack in the ceiling that looked like a dragon, blanket forts, stories that never ended, the sound of footsteps under the bed
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