Red String (joshler)

26

you did not show up at my home for a week. You didn't call or answer any of my texts.

I sent you 205 texts. I counted all of them.

for three weeks I went to the bar looking for you. When I asked the manager there where you had gone, she said you quit and disappeared.

I visited the bench every Friday for those three weeks. The elderly gentleman and his dog had returned, but you were not there.

you were nowhere. Your apartment was empty. It was as if you erased yourself from existence, wiping the slate clean, only leaving behind me as a living memory. I realized I didn't know any of your friends, but I didn't think you had any. I had no one to ask about where you had gone.

for now, all I could do was keep searching.