I lost a character today.

We had just met, I don’t even know her face.

She winked into my life, and blinked right back out.

I know her hurts, her wants, but I don’t know her story.

I know where she is headed, though she doesn’t know the destination yet.

A little piece of me is out adventuring.

Exploring.

I guess I will write her story when she gets back, if she comes back.

There are many kinds of loss, and this one has a particular kind of ache.

Bittersweet, lonely.

This fragment of my soul is missing, and it hurts.

I hope she comes back, and her story is magnificent.