XXIV
He was like my brother for four years. We grew incredibly close. We shared laughs, drinks, more meals than I can count and we shared secrets. We celebrated birthdays and other holidays like a family and we have told each other everything.
Looking back, this walk in the woods was a nice metaphor for the next few months of our lives. We were both lost, uncertain about either of our futures. Neither of us could find the path before us that was visible. But now, he has moved away, doing what he loves in the big city. Meanwhile, I am still here. Trying to clear the brush away and shake the brambles off of my boots. In a way, I still feel lost. I am still trying to find the path that will lead me out of these woods. I know I will find it soon though. I can feel it. There is no one that will come and show me the way, though. This is all something that I need to do on my own.
