Dear Imaginary Friend,

I’m happy now. You can return the place where all of the other imaginary friends go. I know that I have neglected you for a while now. After all, the last time I could even see you was when we were playing in my room that time when I was four. Maybe five. But I sometimes wondered if I closed my eyes for long enough and tried to drift back to that place, I wondered if I could find you.

But it’s okay now. I haven’t needed you for a long time.  That must be sad.  But I have to let go of that.  My imagination is in my writing.  I don’t think I have lost it.  I have other friends now.  You must have another child that needs you.  Another child that needs to know that she has an imagination.

I remember you used to wear nice clothes.  Shorts and t-shirts that never got dirty no matter what.  But I’m in college now, and you haven’t aged.  I suppose that’s the sadness of it.  Not aging.  But there are many other little girls who still know how to play in sandboxes.

You taught me how to be a friend and to make friends even though I’m an only child.  For that, I’m grateful.

But I suppose this “Dear John” letter has to end now. I won’t forget preschool.

Sincerely,
Joy

Posted on November 20th, 2006 by Joy
Filed under: College, Letters