There was a lonely time in my life when I felt I would never have a friend other than my imaginary friends.
I used to pray for friends and finally got them by the bunches.
I enjoy every moment I spend talking to them, typing to them, or just being near them.
Lately I’ve been wondering if they are real, they are such wonderful people and that makes me think it is all in my imagination, maybe they don’t exist, maybe all this typing is in my head, wouldn’t be the first time I swear I typed something and couldn’t find it later.
I feel the keys under my fingers resisting the push only slightly, I hear the click clack click of each individual letter.
I fear that someday I’ll wake up and this wonderful world won’t be this way.