Nemophilist

There were travel brochures on your dresser when you disappeared. Highlighted, circled, a code just for me. They say that you had been gone too long, suicide note left in the waste basket. I say that you just went on a trip that you haven’t come back from yet. How could they give up on you when they didn’t even have a body to bury?

Don’t worry, I’m going to find you someday.