I know, I know, your name is not John, but just go with it, okay? (sigh)
I don’t think I can remember a time when you weren’t there. You helped me through the terrible two’s, riding a bike without training wheels for the first time, losing my front teeth, school, braces, bullies, exams, dating. Good times. But John…I know. You never really had a name, did you? Friend, maybe. You’ve been a good friend, but you must’ve noticed, people are starting to talk about me talking to you. I’m getting married soon, and my fiancé? You know the one. You creep them out. Having you around just complicates things. You understand.
I’ll always remember you though. I need you to know, that I know that you were never imaginary, like they say you are, not to me. Not ever to me. I hope we can still be friends, but I need you to go now to wherever it is friends like you go when kids like me grow up. Believe me it’s better this way. At least that’s what my therapist tells me.