I love to read. A lot.
Heading to the nearest community library after school ended every single day seemed to be a normal routine for me. I'd call it my third home; Used to be one of my favourite hangout spots and I'd drown myself into the world of books. As I move from shelf to shelf from section to section, I'd get tiny butterflies in my stomach excitedly thinking of the next book I'd be reading.
"Will it be a fiction or a non-fiction book this time round?" as I'd always ask myself. But I'd always end up choosing books that were leaning more to the Fantasy genre, most especially when it's about magic or about the other realm.
I don't quite get those 'drama-teen-love-relationships-esque' type of books. I've always thought that books are supposed to take your mind off to somewhere, you know? Like to a place that only you knew about. The kind of books that doesn't remind you what a torture it was like being in school.
But lately, I've been occupying my time by reading books related to relationships and also about life. Ironic, isn't it? I guess these genres got interesting as I grew older.
The most recent book that I've finished reading (a few months ago) would probably be a love novel by James Patterson entitled 'Sundays At Tiffany's', which I've been raving about on my Twitter.
In a nutshell, 'Sundays At Tiffany's' follows the life of lonely little girl Jane, the only daughter of a very busy businesswoman. Lucky for her, she has Michael, her very own imaginary friend that no one else knows about except for her and who tags along with her everywhere she goes. Jane eventually becomes highly dependent on Michael only to be disappointed when Michael tells her that he has to leave on her 10th Birthday. Jane eventually moves on with her life, has a very popular celebrity as her fiancee, a successful theatre play production and almost seemed like she had the perfect life ever until Michael reappeared back into Jane's life, whom Jane unmistakably thought that he was a stalker who knew too much about her life. She was eventually convinced that the stalker was her once imaginary friend and both of them ends up falling in love with each other as soulmates. But she begins to question whether Michael will leave from her life once it's past her birthday.And guess my excitement when I found out that the book was to be adapted into a movie! One of my favourite books.. in a movie! Having just watched the movie, which starred Alyssa Milano (one of my favourite on-screen actresses) as the lead female character and Eric Winter. The movie cut out a lot of exciting parts in the movie so a fan like me kinda made me feel cheated 'cos the movie passed by extremely quickly.
Here's the movie trailer for it! (But seriously now, the book is way way way better.)
Reading the book and watching the movie reminds me of an imaginary friend that I had back when I was younger. Thinking about it right now is just too weird for me to comprehend. Vaguely, all I could remember was that the both of us would play toy figurines with each other.. sometimes going to the playground, where we'd be playing catching and going on the swing with each other.. laughing and just having loads of fun and when I was scared of the dark, he'd tell me not to be afraid as he'd be looking out for me late at night. And even when I got tired of waiting for someone to pick me up from school, he'd bring me back home safely. He was always there for me, no matter what ad that's all I needed to know.
And then he just disappeared from my life, like as if he never existed at all. Until now, I just don't know what happened. I got angry at some point and sometimes just sad. I just didn't see him anymore. I couldn't be dependent on him anymore. But as I think about all of it right now..
Was he even real? Or was I just crazy?
If one day he were to ever reappear in my life, I wouldn't know how to react. Mixed feelings, I guess. But I'll definitely have a lot of unanswered questions that I'd like to ask though.
But I guess I will just leave it at that for now. Thinking more and more about it just makes my head spin. And if i delve more into it, I think you guys might think I'm crazy, which I'm not by the way.
Did you have an imaginary friend back when you were younger?
(I'd love to talk about it with you!)