Imaginary friends are forever

She had always had a lot of friends, ever since she was a little baby. Playing in the sandbox, on the swing, on a slide, in the snow, in the rain, with their dolls and all the Lego they had. They were a big group of kids that played together everyday. She would be out for as long as she could. But she always needed a little time for herself, a time where she could play with a friend that no one else knew about. A friend that didn't have a real face. All she knew about that friend, was that he was a boy. A boy that would always be there for her, be there to listen to her complain, listen to the happy things she had done with her other friends.

As she grew older, she lost her old friends, they simply grew apart from each other. One after the other, they were gone, and she had replaced them with new friends. Except for one. That boy. Now she only talked to him after she had gone to bed. She didn't want anyone to know about him. He was the one that knew when she was upset over something. She had never been good at telling people that. She used to keep it inside until it all just blew up and she exploded. That's what she thought was right. No one was suppose to see her faults, she was supposed to be a perfect little girl. But she wasn't, so she hid all the bad things, all the complaining, everything she thought was wrong, inside of her and shared it only with this boy.

He was a perfect boy. Perfect body, perfect things to say, perfect everything. But the weird thing about this boy, was that he didn't have a face. Where his face was supposed to be, there was nothing but a blurry color. She didn't think much of it, that was how it had always been. Until one day when she was a young woman. The face that the boy got, belonged to one of her friends. A friend she hadn't known for very long, but she knew what it meant. The boy with no face, would always be there for her, so when he got a face, she knew that the face belonged to a guy that would also be there for her.

When that guy is too far away to be helping her with what she needs help to, her boy comes out again. The boy that didn't have a face, but now does. The boy that will always be there, even if no one else will.

Call her crazy, maybe she is. But that boy was what got her through the days. The long and endless days when everything seemed to be going wrong. That boy was what made her countdown until the next time she would get to see the real owner of the face again, the real guy that would always be there. The other boy was just there when the real one couldn't be.