This is for someone I’ve been thinking about lately.
Wherever you are, I hope that you’re doing well.
I was young, messed up, and he was too old for me, but he made me laugh.
He guessed my age point blank, which was pretty smart of him if you ask me.
However, it was online, so I denied it.
We were good friends, I can’t remember how long our friendship lasted, but I know it was short and sweet.
Because one day he just disappeared.
He didn’t come back.
I missed him a lot.
Only months after, I deactivated my account.
If he ever wanted to find me, he wouldn’t be able to.
He knew me by another name.
I’ve had to accept that there’s a 0.1% chance of me finding out what happened to him.
But who knows, maybe he wasn’t who he claimed to be.
When I was little I used to look out the window as we drove. I’d struggle to read the writing on a truck that passed, or a sign.
When I didn’t succeed, I often thought, “I’ll never know what that said.”
I feel little again…