“Why do you always disappear?” he asked, on a morning I planned not running into anyone, with tired eyes and a weary heart I answered much to his surprise. “Because every now and then I tend to lose myself. I disappear in order to find her.” Though it was true, a part of me held back wanting to say I just needed someone to notice. That losing myself came in all sorts of consequences, and I just wanted someone else to come searching for that part of me I lost, too. And so he smiled, and asked if I wanted to eat my croissant.