Imaginary friends, what importance we share to kids lives. We play and laugh, cry and talk. Matt was my kid, and I was his friend. My names Peter. I love that name, he's so creative.
I've been his friend since he was two, I've grown with him. And now he's ten, he's so much different than what he used to be. And I am too, my style has changed with his. And I'm starting to feel less real, like I'm disappearing.
He plays with me less and less, and it hurts me sometimes. He was my friend, he still is. But I'm starting to lose my importance to him, but I know that just means he's growing up. And all my memories from being with Matt will fade away, like his memories of me. Only glimpse and pieces will I be there to him, and same the other way.
As time progresses, I become no more to him. Watching him play with his new friends, watching him forget about me. I smile at it all, he's growing up.
"Goodbye Matthew," I say before I walk through the door to his house. Walking all over town until I find the house with a big arrow on top, they're in need of an imaginary friend. And that means it's time for me, so I enter the house and...
Imaginary friends, we have such an importance to a kids life. Were their best friend to the very end. Sally is my human, she's two. She named me Spring, I love that name. Shes so creative.
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