[ 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 .

( a bit of a different approach, using my own imaginary friend, changed my name, kept his ) 
 
 When I was in middle school I was the `` weird kid'' for no real reason though other than I was different. And also for no apparent reason I was the object of constant harassment and ridicule. I was especially made fun of by the girls who thought it was uncool to not have a boyfriend... at age 13. So to shut them up, and at least attempt to get the guys off my back, I made up a boyfriend. He was the image of the perfect boy, in my mind. 
 
 I had everything made up for him, what his birthday was, what his parents were like, how his childhood was, etc. It started out small, I'd only bring him up when the girls would brag about their boyfriends. But then I'd start to talk to him, tell him about my day. At the time I was n't very close to my mom, teenage angst and whatnot, so I had no one to talk to about my bullying problem. And I took it like it did n't hurt. My imaginary friend was my only escape. 
 
 I'm in college now, been quite a few years since I last ever talked to my imaginary friend. After middle school I did n't really have a need for him any more. Though he was still in my memories, clear as day. He was so real for me. But I moved on. And yet... 
 
 It was any other day at school, just walking towards my one class, not really paying attention to what was happening in front of me. I run right smack into someone. Typical, like my mom would always tell me `` If there's ever a way for you to get hurt, you will''. The person I hit was tall, being a short person makes everyone tall, but he was about a foot taller than me. I rubbed my nose. `` Ouch. I am so sorry.'' I said to them. 
 
 The guy turned around, `` No, it's my fault, I zoned out for a moment, my favorite song came on my i-pod and I kinda lost myself in it....'' He laughed nervously. He had beautiful blue eyes and brown hair, sharp features every girl dreams of, and a body that was fit for the Greek Olympics. 
 
 I stood there, staring. After a minute I shook my head, `` I'm sorry for staring, you are just really freaking good looking.'' I'm blunt, always have been, ca n't help it. 
 
 The guy laughed, `` You sound just like my one old childhood friend. She'd always say freaking instead of cursing.'' His smile was even more gorgeous than I could possibly imagine. `` I'm Jake. By the way.'' 
 
 That was the same name as my imaginary boyfriend....'' Jake? Is that a nickname for Jacob?'' That's what it usually was. 
 
 `` Nope, just Jake. My mom thought it was cool, and that --'' 
 
 `` Jacob was lame?'' I finished his sentence. That's what I had imagined Jake's mom had said when she picked out his name. No way, that'd be impossible. 
 
 `` Yeah... lucky guess.'' He said with a smirk. The same smirk Jake would give me when he would be sarcastic. `` So what's your name?'' Jake asked as he motioned for me to walk with him. 
 
 `` Gina.'' I answered, and he stopped walking for a second. 
 
 Another nervous laugh, `` That's funny, that's the same name as my old friend, the one who says freaking like you do.'' He kept walking with me, going down the stairs of the college to the doors that lead outside. `` You know, you actually look a lot like her too. The brown hair and eyes. What nationality are you?'' 
 
 `` I'm Greek.'' Dark hair, eyes, and a natural tan almost 24/7, 365 of the year were the perks of being Mediterranean. 
 
 Jake stared at me for a moment. A very puzzled look on his face. `` She was too...'' 
 
 I knew he could n't know me, Jake was imaginary. Besides that...'' You look like my old childhood friend too, but he was blond.'' 
 
 Jake stopped walking again, this time it was n't just for a second. I stopped walking too and faced him. `` I used to have blond hair... back in middle school. It slowly got darker as I went into high school.'' He had the most perplexed look in his eyes. 
 
 And I felt the same way he looked. `` That's impossible... you ca n't be... he was just imaginary!'' I took a step back, he took a step forward, just like Jake would. 
 
 `` She was just imaginary too. I made her up when my parents got divorced. I imagined everything for her, her life, her birthday, even how she was trying to get away from the lowlife punk --'' 
 
 `` A-Holes who bullied her everyday at school....'' I breathed. That's exactly what I told Jake, verbatim. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting. And there it was... the thing that proved he really was Jake. A single green dot near his pupil, a birth mark of sorts that he was so proud of. I gasped, covering my mouth from shock, tears forming in my eyes. `` Jakey...?'' 
 
 The realization was instantaneous in his eyes. He breathed in a chopped breath, undoubtedly holding back tears. He never liked to cry in front of me. In a sweeping movement he brought me close to his chest in a great big hug. The kind of hug I had always imagined he would give me. An embrace full of love. `` I finally found you...'' he whispered in my ear. 
 
 My tears flowed down my cheeks and onto his shirt. I stood of my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. Students passed by and stared, but we did n't care. It was just me and him. He pulled back from the hug, only to pull my face in for a sweet kiss. I finally found him, my first true love.
