The Story of Herm

When I was a kid I had this imaginary friend named Herm. I don't even know why I named him that, he was just Herm. I never told anyone about him. Whenever he was around I never pointed him out or talked about him because I wanted him all to myself, I was never going to share Herm. He was my best friend. When you don't have friends, you make them up. Herm and I used to build things. I was determined to build a town in my basement out of these cheap cardboard blocks that my parents had originally bought for my brother, but he never used them. Herm and I never finished because there weren't enough blocks. Now I look back and see that there really was no excuse for that, I should have found something else, anything else in the basement that I could have used to continue the buildings in our town. Herm was gone though, and we never really got to finish what it was we said we were going to do together. Every once and a while I get a real friend like Herm. We dream things we're going to do together and then one day I realize, they're gone, and I never really got to finish. I keep hoping that someday I can finish and finally put the story of Herm to rest.