My grandpa died a few years ago. He was in the hospital for a few months. He and I were very close. I would stay with him all summer every summer. While in the hospital, I wrote him notes on how he wasn't gonna die, how I would see him again soon. Well I would never go in the room to see him. I would always sit in the lobby. The night he died I couldn't feel anything. I regret not visiting him...
When I was younger, I had an "imaginary friend". I didn't have friends, my family forgot about me, I was alone, back then he was the only one I had. Suddenly, after i started making friends, he disappeared, but i still hold him dear to me. Then, recently, I had a dream. He had grown so much and was just gorgeous. I think I'm in love with my imaginary friend.