You held my hand when there was nobody to play with. You filled my eyes with dreams when I couldn’t sleep.
When everyone else bullied, you showed up to console.
Remember the times we spoke for hours together on the stairs watching the stars?? I can’t forget the lazy afternoons we spent counting the cars.
All the books that I read with you, every meal that we shared, everytime you booed, the memories haunt me to this day; You held on to me despite my imperfections.
We’re just two people trying to hate ourselves a little less than before.
It’s been two decades, my friend.Life has gotten worse than ever.I’m desperately craving for your companionship and you’re nowhere to be seen.
Oh wait! I could never see you! I’d love to hear from you again. Would you judge me like they all do if you knew me now?
I was never good at making friends as a child (nothing has changed since). I had this friend who would listen to all my nonsense and respond, a mellow fellow.
As I grew older, realised he was imaginary. I made many friends but never got over my loneliness. He’d never come back now even if I wanted (or he).