When I was in high school, my best friend was a boy named ..... Him and I hung out all the time. He had a wicked sense of humour, was politically left of centre, and a bit of a fringe dweller when it came to mainstream social acceptability. He had black hair and freckles and a dimple in his cheek when he smiled his wicked smile as we laughed at jokes meant only for us. He was also nearly 3/4 grey by the time he was 18.
No matter how our paths diverged after school we always maintained contact. We would write letters when we were in separate states, and phone each other and go out when we were in the same town. In his mid twenties, I think he got a little lost there for a while, maybe also got himself in a little trouble.
I remember one Saturday morning when I happened to be in the same town, he rang me and asked me to meet him in a carpark at a Shopping Centre in the next suburb that afternoon. I went and we just hung out and talked and laughed as usual but the carpark situation was strange and I was left with the feeling that he was saying goodbye without saying goodbye.
And I was right. I have never seen him since. No mutual friends who knew him prior to that day have ever seen him either. No phonecalls, no letters. I suspect he was running from something fairly serious.
It's been 15 years and I still miss him and wonder where he is. I hope he is alright.