I didn’t even know her name. That was what bothered me most all these years later. It made me sick that she ghosted me. It coiled my guts to think that something might have happened to her. It made me furious that I didn’t push harder to meet in person, to put a face to the girl who had permanent residence in my head and my heart. But not knowing her name? That meant I didn’t have a prayer of ever finding her.
