If you are like me you have been daydreaming since the day you first discovered you weren’t tired enough to take a nap. In order to pass the time without going bananas, this becomes “create my own world” time.
The characters in my daydreams have retained a sort of continuity throughout the years.
One day my best friend is three years old and living next door to my three-year-old imaginary house. The next decade bestest is twelve years old and part of my junior high fantasy friends. Eventually he becomes the stock character for whatever the play of the moment is. He has a personality, a repertoire of reliable behaviors, a way of communicating that is warm and friendly, brave and bold.
In short, he is the perfect friend, willing to be loved and babied, capable of being fierce and dependable. Always willing to go out there and have those adventures I would be terrified to have in real life.
He is the safest, most fun, most perfect person I know, because……..well, because I created him! He is nothing but a figment of my imagination, carefully designed and honed to be the best friend ever.
And then, one day, he steps out of those daydreams and I have to ask myself, “Does love really make you real?”
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