I lost my virginity to the baddest goth girl at theater camp. When I tracked her down fifteen years later I discovered just how dangerous Liz Barrer really was.
I even looked her up. She was beautiful. You wrote an amazing story that had us cheering for her. Proof that good people do bad things that disappoint, hurt and abandon those who love them. Their actions don't inherently destroy what initially made people love them.
“Liz was a digital ghost, and this realization led me to assume that one of two things had happened to her: she was either immensely fulfilled or terribly miserable.“
An excellent account of that kind of all-consuming, and at times, disconcerting, curiosity we are all so capable of, especially in an effort to reassure ourselves. Relatable, indeed.
Epic storytelling. Poor Liz. I'm really sorry, Jonathan. I felt every obsessive, frustrating, deep dive in your search for the girl of your past, as if I were sitting next to you. The longest story I've read on here, but worth every word. Thank you.
Wow, what a story. And I can relate to the digging, the endless need for information about the past. With technology it's so easy nowadays. It also makes me wonder why humans are so obsessed with old relationships. Even when we think we've "moved on" perhaps the reality is we haven't - why do we hold onto some people and let others go? This essay is so well-written and chock full of surprising nuggets. I enjoyed it. Thank you.
I even looked her up. She was beautiful. You wrote an amazing story that had us cheering for her. Proof that good people do bad things that disappoint, hurt and abandon those who love them. Their actions don't inherently destroy what initially made people love them.
“Liz was a digital ghost, and this realization led me to assume that one of two things had happened to her: she was either immensely fulfilled or terribly miserable.“
An excellent account of that kind of all-consuming, and at times, disconcerting, curiosity we are all so capable of, especially in an effort to reassure ourselves. Relatable, indeed.
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Beautiful story, thanks for sharing it!
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Epic storytelling. Poor Liz. I'm really sorry, Jonathan. I felt every obsessive, frustrating, deep dive in your search for the girl of your past, as if I were sitting next to you. The longest story I've read on here, but worth every word. Thank you.
So glad to hear you liked it, Marica! Thanks for reading.
It was superb! You’re so welcome :)
Wow, what a story. And I can relate to the digging, the endless need for information about the past. With technology it's so easy nowadays. It also makes me wonder why humans are so obsessed with old relationships. Even when we think we've "moved on" perhaps the reality is we haven't - why do we hold onto some people and let others go? This essay is so well-written and chock full of surprising nuggets. I enjoyed it. Thank you.
So glad to hear it. Thanks for sharing!