~Ever since I was in forth grade, I had an imaginary boyfriend.
I know that might sound crazy, but he was with me until the end.
He called me beautiful everyday,
And held me when life went astray.
The best word to describe him would be,
Nice. He loved everybody,
And understood my feelings completely.
Oneday, he told me,
Princess, this is goodbye,
Before he cut off and died.
I cried in real life.
My whole world was made up around someone,
The only one who could make me smile.
The one person who was there to hold my hand when I needed it most.
The one person who did not mind showing his love for me to the world,
Died of leukemia.
I know, now you think I'm some kind of psychopath, yeah?
Well I swear, I met him a few days ago.
Friday.
He talked to me kindly,
Told me I was sweet,
The most amazing person I knew.
Hey, now, we're boyfriend and girlfriend!
And you know what?
He calls me Princess.
I will not leave him ever, this I confess.