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.