Dear Best Friend,
You don’t exist. Simple as that. Yes, I have close friends, but not a best friend. My best friend is imaginary, books, fiction, my own creation because no one else gets it. There’s no one to tell, no one who could possibly understand me, no one who I can just call when needed, no one who I can go on vacation with, meet up at a moments notice, like the same things I do and won’t criticise my rambling or obsessions. So, there you have it, no best friend to write to, just myself. Thank you my imagination!