The Third Road


“Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it’s there if you look deep.”

We wandered here for many years without ever bumping into each other—and for good reason—there are no two roads exactly the same. Our lives will shape and raze them in such ways that anyone else who attempts to travel here will quickly find themselves lost. But you’ve drawn me a map, and even though everyone walks alone at some point in their lives, it was on this road that I realized how much I wanted to continue following you every step of the way, whether it by your side or close behind to keep you safe. Because sadness is like an ocean; sometimes we drown if there is no one there to help us swim back to shore, but there is no tide or current strong enough to separate me from you.

This road is an important part of our lives; it takes our past and builds us into who we are today and who we’ll be tomorrow. And while my path may never look like yours and some of your turns might confuse me, all the pain, sorrows, and secrets we shared with each other only makes me want to stay here to memorize the directions by heart, even if I get lost along the way.

I know that sometimes you might feel swallowed up by the quicksand along these trails, but I’m certain that you can find your way back home soon. I’ll be right here next to you until the light reaches you again. You may call it a catch, but it doesn’t scare me away, because I believe that like the waves of an ocean, it’s only a matter of time until the storm calms. Remember: it is the flower that blooms in adversity that is the most rare and beautiful of all.

I can‘t pretend that I know where the exit is—this journey belongs to you, but I‘ll always be by your side until you find the way out. I promise to never leave until you do. As long as you’re with me, I’ll walk a thousand miles here if I have to. If the wind ever blows you too far, I’ll be the anchor that holds you down. They say that only in darkness can we clearly see the stars and only after we have tasted bitterness can we appreciate sweetness. After meeting you, I finally understood. You are the flower that reminds me why all the rain was necessary.

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