Farewell, Travelling Partner
Sometimes, you do not wander on your own.
I want to tell you something about someone who used to be my travelling buddy, who got away so soundlessly that I could barely notice the time I had spent with him, fading away day by day.
It’s not too festive when we first met. More like a warm, familiar feeling you catch when you first return to your hometown after a long, tough day you had in the city.
Our silly, most unplanned trips are one of the best remedies I could think of when life seemed to can’t get enough of my whining already.
But as we grew, we gradually started to realize that our itinerary might not always lead us to the same place at the same time, most of the time it was us, heading to complete opposite direction, following different paths, not making any more sense as travelling partners any longer.
We can’t lie that we tried to match the way.
We can’t lie that we were tired of everything not being simple, of the extra efforts that didn’t make any difference — but in the end, we always had nothing to say.
It was nobody’s fault — as travellers, we are, and have always been free to set any destination as we desire, alone. With that said, we parted ways.
It was funny how my life still has this mindless plan of wondering what would happen if we had taken another route.
