He then disappeared again, as he usually does. After a while knowing one starts to not worry about these things he does. You'd be in a group with him at a bar or a party talking with him and having fun and suddenly he'd walk out the room and disappear, sometimes for fifteen minutes, an hour, sometimes for a day, sometimes for weeks.

You'd hear stories from people that have seen him, most of these stores do not include a conversation, only a sighting as if use his disappearings to try and become something more than he already is, like a legend or urban myth. He walks around in the cold at night with nothing but his notebook and cigarettes looking for details, trying to find a reason to sit down somewhere and write.

You'd always see him write, either on that ever-changing notebook of his that nobody gets to read, in a napkin or on his hands, there were a couple of times where I'd run into him only to shake his hand where I noticed that his palms and back of his hands were filled with his unique handwriting, letters and words only he understands, that only he can read. Nobody really knows why he writes, he just does. He's shown some of his writings and I have to admit that a few are really good but most is crap. He'd be very protective what he shows people though, as if he didn't want people know too much about him. He might actually be thinking we know alot when in fact we know nothing.

I haven't heard from him and I haven't asked but I still cant help and look around every once in while, when I'm at the bar he likes, just in case I find him so we can, maybe, share a few words.

Feelings were always his weakness, he'd fall for a girl and that would haunt him for months, he'd scribble her name here and there trying to find words that rhymed, trying to come up with a phrase that could open a way into her heart, or maybe into his own psyche. I don't think he really understands himself sometimes.

He is missed, but I guess he needs to vanish every now and then. Sometimes I think it's his own strange therapy where he goes to recollect himself and try to find himself. He's been lost for so long, he just needs a helping hand to help him walk his own path. I know I cant do that, I'm not what he needs right now, he only comes to me when he has interacting things to say, he only comes to me when theres nothing better to do.

Whatever he did to this girl I know he regrets it, It's just who he is, it's what he does and he cant help it. If you ask him to forget about it he'll leave the conversation and walk away disgusted.

His conscience is probably his biggest flaw.