“I didn’t do it,” I protested. But she never stopped blaming me.
“I love you,” she whispered. I never stopped loving her.
I was game for her dreams, from sailing the world over to catching a falling star. We perused the same books, laughed at the same movies. We were perfect for each other.
Then it happened. We drifted apart. She had friends we didn’t share and interests I didn’t take part in.
She’d outgrown me, her parents said. Over the years she’d occasionally be in contact, but the final blow eventually came.
My imaginary friend, she called me.
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My World With Words 
Gosh, Belinda, this made me sad. I cried so much when a dear friend abandoned me. I’ve never forgotten about it or stopped loving her.
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It seems that everyone who reads this sees something different! A lesson to me as a writer. I meant it to be a child and her childhood imaginary friend. I’m sorry it made you sad and I’m so sorry your friend abandoned you. I had the same thing happen to me and it still hurts.
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That’s the sign of good writing, Belinda. Somehow, it engages others in ways you never intended!
(Sorry you went through this, too.)
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I am always surprised when friends don’t try to keep in touch with one another. I am also happy to report no imaginary friends have ever left me, and vice versa. Good writing, Belinda.(I felt for you after first reading this myself!)
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I suppose I have felt the pain of friends who leave me, but that’s not what I intended for this post! Oh well, emotion is emotion and pain is pain and we’ve all been there.
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