This stranger in the street was once my friend yesterday. A week ago, they were just an acquaintance. A year ago, I only knew their name. And now, they’re a stranger? Erased. Gone. All I know is that we were once friends, and that we were close. Nobody knew about my friend except for me. Nobody could see my friend. Sometimes I wonder if I would recognize them if I saw them in the street. But no, they’re not really there—just my imagination. I know they exist; I just have to find them. How do you find someone without a name?

Years later:

I have found them. I cannot tell anyone. Nobody can know. They wouldn’t believe me if I told them. I forgot all the memories because I thought they were imaginary. I found them, and now I know I will always need my imaginary friends—they are my only true friends.