Imaginary Friendship

I remember vividly the story of a fellow who as a child had an imaginary little friend, who wouldn’t play with him…

I recently discovered I was that selfish imaginary friend of his, so I’m trying to find him; but I can’t imagine who he is today.

Why would any imaginary friend withhold his friendship even when that is the reason of his own existence?

Why do we keep imagining someone who doesn’t want our friendship, if just by denying it, he’d cease to exist?

Perhaps if I deny one, I disappear the other, but what if I was that other, or both; do I even like myself enough to stay with me forever?

I just can’t imagine, but I’ve always talked with myself, for good or worse. Maybe I should google myself to find my imaginary friend.

And when I find him, I could tweet myself, begin a new imaginary friendship and forgive me for being mean to my own self-friend…