The First Road


“Humor is like a windshield wiper; it doesn’t stop the rain, but it allows us to keep going.”

For many people, this road branches off in multiple directions with countless variations. It’s unique, everchanging, and tends to be molded for each individual, and yet somehow it was here that I first met you. It was a dark and rainy day, but you offered your umbrella to a lonely lost traveler passing by. I didn’t understand how or why you were there at that exact time and place, and maybe you didn’t either, but from that moment on, we walked for miles and miles together under the storm.

When I think of you, the first and foremost moments that come to my mind are that of joy and laughter. From the multiple characters that we play and all their ridiculous backstories, to the silly videos that we share with each other, to the countless number of intricate inside jokes that no one else could ever hope to understand, to the late night chit-chats and witty banter while our brains are half-functioning, all the way to the words that don’t even need to be said out loud. For us, sometimes the best jokes are the ones where we just look at each other and start laughing.

I remember every step we take on this pavement, and out of all the roads, we always seem to end up back here. Perhaps this road is the foundation of our relationship; the one that catches us whenever we fall, like a trampoline that helps us bounce back up whenever life tries to tear us down. And for that, it doesn’t surprise me that this was our first walk together.

Thank you for shielding me from the rain—on both March 21st and everyday thereafter. I hope that I can always be one of the reasons for your smile, and I promise that the only pain I’ll ever make you feel is that of your cheeks hurting from laughing too hard.

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