[ WP ] You meet someone who is exactly like your childhood imaginary friend . You discover they had an imaginary friend that is eerily similar to you .

I know we were stoned out of our minds. But it was fucking real. 
 
 -'' Shit, really?'' 
 
 -'' Yeah man.'' 
 
 Like... It begun by a simple `` Hey! I know this guy'', you know that feeling, like a deja-vu of faces? but then it's always nothing. There's nothing. Ever. But then it got weird when I asked you your name. You felt offended. And I picked it up immediately. 
 
 -'' What's wrong?'' 
 
 -'' I did n't like it.'' 
 
 -'' Oh. Because of the deja vu thing?'' 
 
 -'' Yes. Do you know my name?'' 
 
 Something happened right. Something was right and it kinda felt wrong that it would feel so right. I felt it. And you felt fear. And you knew I was feeling excitement. For me that was the definite proof. But you played dumb. I forgave you right there, right then. I knew exactly how you felt. You knew I did. 
 
 You looked away. I did n't even mentioned it. It took a while for me to find what to say. 
 
 -'' Let's assume it is true. It's a fucking thing. You know? I mean, it's just way past `` meant to be''''. 
 
 You nodded. Took your time, but you nodded. 
 
 -'' You have to be my something.'' 
 
 -'' You mean like you created me?'' 
 
 -'' No.'' I said `` Think bigger. Out of life. My friend.'' 
 
 -'' ¿From another life? ¿A previous life?'' 
 
 -'' Or a bigger one.'' 
 
 -'' It's fucking creepy. That's what it is.'' 
 
 Why were you denying it? What for? Would you have let me go? Had you felt the same? Was it all in my head? It was too real. And right there, right then, it happened again. 
 
 -'' Chill the fuck out''. You said. 
 
 Yes. I remembered everything. 
 
 I had an idea: 
 
 -'' What number would he be thinking? right now?'' 
 
 -'' Shit. I do n't know. It was a long time ago...'' 
 
 -'' Come on. It's scary, but come on. We are on to something here.'' 
 
 -'' I do n't know. I forgot his voice.'' 
 
 -'' You ca n't have. I have n't.'' 
 
 -'' From one to ten?'' 
 
 I wrote a number on a paper. 
 
 -'' To ten thousands. Pick.'' 
 
 I focused real hard on the number. 
 
 -'' This is n't working, man. Just''... 
 
 I focused harder. I remembered the first thought I had of you. Crystal clear, I remembered. You stared at me. 
 
 -'' Four thousand, eight hundred and two.'' 
 
 I showed you the paper, but it was n't necessary. You were shaking your head, you were very, very afraid. In your hands I placed a pen and a paper. 
 
 -'' You do it.'' 
 
 -'' It's bullshit.'' 
 
 You had always been so hard on yourself. 
 
 -'' If it is, do it anyways. If it's nothing, nothing will happen. Please?'' 
 
 You begun to think. I looked away. 
 
 Into my mind. 
 
 I saw your face. Somewhere, out of thin air, I remembered your face. Like an exact picture of what I was looking at now, but aged 6. Sometimes 10, or 12. I focused. I relaxed. Into the mind of my past self. My mind palace. And someone knocked the door, and I opened it, and there was a box. Inside the box there were some drawings of something I had drawn when I might had been eight, maybe a little bit older, it was like a boy. I found a memory of a couple of poems I had written about you when I was fifteen, and we had already stopped talking. And then a short story I had written in my late teens which had you as a character, when I had actually consciously forgotten all about you. And it was all inside a folder that had been marked with a highlighter: `` Lucas''. With your name I found your voice. So bright, so clearly. You felt it then. That connection again. 
 
 You looked at me. You did n't even had to finished writing down the number, I think you even did n't. You did look straight into my eyes. For the first time in years, I saw your smile again, looking at me. 
 
 I had missed you so much.
