There were two roads. Two seperate paths. One, with you. The other, alone- my own. But what I didn’t see what those two paths would one day converge into one; we’d be walking side by side. I did not see that. I only saw two split paths, and that yours and mine were seperate. What could I do? My responsibility was not to direct the path I was walking on. To bend it to my will. Nor to be sad yours went another way. I just needed to walk my path. So I did. And I set you free to walk in the one that was set before you. There was no leaving where I must go, to follow my own desires, chasing after you. I had chosen the way I was going, and unless somehow our paths came together -which I didn’t see- then I would just keep walking. The path in front of me…I trusted the one who placed my feet upon it. I would face loneliness and sorrrow at that moment, but I would be given comfort and joy along the way. On that day, the Pathmaker smiled. He knew where both of us were headed.
i hope one day you are at peace with yourself. i hope you can take a shower without crying and you can close your eyes without thinking about your funeral. i hope one day you start singing in the shower again and are happy for no reason. i hope you get better, because you really deserve to.