Letter To My Imagination

Dear Imagination,

You are my favorite.
Maybe I'm not supposed to have favorites.... or think comparatively about different aspects of myself... but I don't know a better way to express my unconditional endless love and admiration for you, my dear Imagination, my favorite trait, ability, human condition, whatever you are.

I don't remember when we met first, because you have always been there.
In the womb - you must have lead me down the path of fantasy of 'what life would be like' down the rabbit hole of consciousness. You knocked on my head and heart in my sleep, with your gift of dreams... you entertained me (and still do) for hours and hours playing with toys, or a crack on a wall, or a leaf that could be an entire world for my young imaginative mind. You saved me many a times from interacting with my more critical self. The critic who with a harsh smoker voice says 'no!' to every creative idea I would mutter, or flat out justify why 'I shouldn't live in dreamland.' My dear Imagination, you've introduced me to imaginary friends, and put life in all my barbie dolls and Lego pieces and transformers... You created stories with me for years and years. You still do. Every moment I live - I am intertwined with you. Every action I take - I ask you to guide me. Every feeling I feel - is packed with memory I can visualize and IMAGINE. 

For those reasons, and for so many more in the future that I have yet to IMAGINE... You are my favorite. I love you. I thank you. I honor you. I truly wouldn't be ME without YOU. 

Love,

Your partner.