It matters not, though, for he talks with me, encourages me, supports me, doesn't judge, accepts me for me, all the good things friends should be, invisible or otherwise.
Unless, of course, I am the invisible friend. In that case, I’m a very needy one.
Heh, I even have one of those squeezy-bulging eyes things.
Anyways, I’ve grown attached.
Maybe, someday, I, and my friend, will become visibles.....