Everyone has an imaginary friend growing up: a stuffed animal, a companion to guard us when the monsters come knocking and the like. We know them and love them; they mean everything to us. But have we ever stopped to ask what we mean to them?
E The VeilSa Da I only wanted to see her again. I only wanted to end the pain of her passing. Was caring such a terrible crime? The endless silence of the void tells me yes. It's the reward I reap for loving her more than my own life. Always to look, never to t · Josh Meihaus2,562 words · 529 views · 42 · 2 ·