Writetober 2023, Day 27: 'Imaginary'

 I once had a friend that I believed was imaginary

Despite my belief, it was the contrary

We would laugh, sing, and play

We would talk to each other day after day, night after night

One day, she just disappeared

I wasn't sad, I hadn't feared.

I knew she was gone, and I never thought of her

I surprised myself because I didn't miss the way we were

One day, she came back

She hated me, she even attacked!

What is imaginary is sometimes real

No matter what you think, no matter what you feel..

written by Zoe