I don’t, and never have had imaginary friends
My two best friends are my teddy bears…cutie 1 and cutie 2…who are physically real
They are also ‘real’ like the Velveteen Rabbit was real
Love can make anything ‘real’ just as much as hatred can make something/someone dead to you
I don’t see why imaginary friends couldn’t be (Velveteen) real if you loved them enough
I loved who and what I was when I was young which I no longer am
If I can love a memory of myself…?