Finding a Route Back

Perhaps we will see. Perhaps one day we will find ourselves back on that beach, back where it all began. Perhaps we will be able to search the memories in each other’s eyes and find a route that will take us back there, back to before it all went so wrong.

Sometimes, it is hard to see where the change happened, where what came later began. Sometimes it is not a big thing, not something that seemed to fall out of the sky, out of nowhere, to block the path. Sometimes it is no more than a mere handful of small diversions where either one of you, or both of you just stepped off the side of the path for a moment. Each small deviation from your route together adding up over time, until one day you wake up to find you parted at some out of the way crossroads and now you travel different roads.

Occasionally, those roads will go off in completely different directions, each of you fading from the other’s view until you realise you now both walk alone. Other times though, you find your roads come back together, you meet again almost as strangers to each other. That is why we stand here, now, on this beach where our two separate paths came together again. We stand side by side looking out at the sea where both those roads ended and we look down to find we are standing here hand in hand.