Funny how a photo can illict such emotions. Finding the photo alone, was a happy moment. I had been looking for info about him for years. But always came up empty. One time I looked for his address. I thought I found it once too.

The point of obtaining his address, was an innocent thing. I was not attempting to stalk him or anything malicous. I just wanted proof that he existed. That he was still real. I needed to know that Ben wasn’t just some phantom from my past. This shadowy person I still had an emotional attatchment to.
Part of me still wanted to know that he was still out there.

People say a lot of things about fate. It is often the theme in romantic movies. But I honestly think that things happen for a reason. I found his photo online, I found his profile. Had I found it, because of luck or was I meant to find it?

I was testing out a new way to search for people, using their name and location. His name was the first to come to mind. And it evoked so many emotions at once. I felt happy.