Most people lose there " imaginary" friends around five but I never lost mine. some how the girl who once use to be my friend became a piece of my being. As if the person was never a character I created in my little overactive mind but only a piece of myself I was saving for a rainy day or a better tomorrow. I remember being jealous of that girl she was prettier, smarter, and cooler then I could ever be but now in my big girl eyes I was everything she ever wanted to be: real