I have a childhood friend that I have never known.
I have never seen his face.
I have never heard him speak.
I have never even touched him.
Despite that, I know the adorable features of his face.
I know the softness of his voice.
I know the warmth in his palms.
He does not exist.
To be more precise, he exists only in my memory. It may seem that I am talking about the deceased, but that is not the case.
He never existed from the beginning.
He was a boy created only by my imagination. A boy that only I could see.
Noah was... A drawing made by me.