IMAGINARY FRIEND

I can talk to you. I can hear you. And sometimes I really think I must be crazy because of that. I know some of the things you like. I do know some of the things that you hate. I know you have just broken up with your girlfriend and that it was harsh but not as painful as you first thought would be... Because you had a friendly hand to hold and a warm embrace to cuddle.

I know about the glass of wine that you like to drink when you arrive home very, very late after shooting during a long time. I know how you sleep and how you like to be seriously crazy. I know that your days and nights some times mix up and that you have a quick snack.

I know the colour of your eyes and the sound of your voice. I know you touch my cheeks while I am sleeping, probably just to be sure that you are able to do that.

I know that not being able to present me to your family and your friends frustates you, just as not being able to take me to long walks on the park. It frustates me too, do not worry.

Just remember that I am playing the same game you are. I am here, far far away, just waiting for your presence. I like our nights together, our days talking, you watching me dancing. I like your hugs and the sad gleam in your eyes when I say that you must go. I like our butterfly kisses.

Just remember me and everything will be okay. Just let your heart and mine go on together and they will lead our presences and our matter.

One day I will really touch you.

You will really see me and be astonished when find out that I am real.

But by now, honey, my love, we are just imaginary.

Imaginary friends with a imaginary song.