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The Imaginary Friend.

 

It was only at the end

that I realised that I was my imaginary friend’s

imaginary friend.

That all I had desired and loved was really all they had ever

wanted.  Even if at the moment of desperation I should make the ultimate

sacrifice, arms outstretched and one foot hovering in the air ready to leap

a thousand buildings and a hundred memories with

a smile on my invisible face;

they would pull me back, talk loudly and with a blaze

of anger and energy