Nemophilist

Today I found it. The key that you had left me so I could find you. In one of the brochures, you had put a star next to the phone number for a motel in some backwoods town in Kentucky. Not quite sure why you would go there, or even if you are there, but this is a start I guess. So, I pulled out my stash of cash, packed my bag, and headed for the nearest bus station. Don’t worry, I left a note saying that I wasn’t disappearing, but I just needed some time to think. They’ll understand, I bet. I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face as I boarded the bus. I was going to find you, and either bring you home or stay with you in our new home.