I’ve left the baggage
I’ve left the clouds
I see a new door open
It’s the door I want to take
But it’s not a road most taken
It’s a road for the few
But this road is my life
This is my passion, I’ve made my decision
This road less taken is the road I will travel
There he stood with his glasses, waiting for the love of his life:
Excuse me, Sir?
Madam has just left and sent you this note
As he opened the note he was filled with emotions. What did she write? Where is she? Is she leaving him?
“Dear David, I have to go back to my father’s village, he needs me and he’s sick. He has no one to take care of him. He is all alone. I need to go. Please do not follow me. I do not know when I will see you again”
David was confused, surprised as it was all unexpected. What has just happened? He had no idea what to do. Leaving her would be what she wants, but it wouldn’t solve the problem. It wouldn’t bring back their love. But it’s a family crisis and he didn’t have her address. They had just dated for two weeks. But he knew he loved her. How could he go on with his life without thinking about her and her laughter? Her enthusiasm and kindness? It would be impossible
He went to the pub that night, he hoped to get some solace in the drink and he shut his head and started drinking. He didn’t think about anything. The bartender wanted to speak to him but he wouldn’t speak. He was baffled.
There was nothing he could do. He had to just get over her and move on.
Plenty of fish in the sea. But it’s never that easy is it?