I once had a friend,
she may be imperfect in any other people's eye,
but she is exquisitely imperfect to me.
She doesn't talk bad about me behind my back,
she knows when I'm hurt,
and she'll try her best to comfort me.
She listens when I need a listener,
she accompanies when I need someone to accompany,
she's truly great and definitely a true friend.
But unfortunately,
she disappears,
into the fragile entity that is beating inside of me weakly,
she's gone.
I soon found out, she's just an imaginary friend of mine.
Oh where can I find this friend in reality?
AeG.
