The Road Less Traveled
We were on the Road Less Traveled. Now, we're off. The sad thing for me is that getting off the road was a unilateral decision that I had no opportunity to participate in. She simply sent me an email, titled "My Decision".
For me, the Road Less Traveled was a beautiful thing; a work of priceless art. From the start, we were simply in the groove. We had exceptional chemistry, conversation, and common interests. We went to movies, museums, hung out with her son, visited her other son, ate good food, simple food, listened to music in lounges, then we traveled.
During our trip, we had a snag on Day #3. The disagreement definitely disrupted our flow. But we worked through it. I thought we had recovered nicely. She said she wouldn't tolerate certain demands upon her person; demands that prevented her from being herself. She didn't want to be challenged. I agreed.
I didn't see her for two days, but we talked a little. The conversations felt superficial. I tried to go deeper, but only managed to go so far. Then, there was silence. Then, the letter came and it was over.
In Robert Frost's famous poem, The Road Not Taken, the traveler comes to a fork in the road and has to decide which way to go. The last stanza goes like this:
| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | |
| I took the one less traveled by, | |
| And that has made all the difference. |
The road to love often reaches a fork and the lovers have to decide which path to take. In my relationship with Felicia, I believe we came to that fork. In my mind, we needed to decide whether to stay on the seldom trod road of deep, intense love (the road less traveled) or get on the road of the same ole thing (the beaten path). Seems she chose some version of the latter.
Being on the Road Less Traveled has a toll. For me, that toll is having a willingness to journey with a companion, trying to meet their needs while getting your own met in a reasonable manner, compromising, and recognition that being with someone might require some personal changes. I was committed to all that and a bag of chips.
I was never so fulfilled by a woman in my life! Never. I told her she was my Michelle Obama, someone who is strong, reliable, a devoted mother, beautiful, fine (very fine), and the apple of my eye--my heart. Being with her "made all the difference." I felt so alive, whole, and with joy.
Now, I find myself off the Road Less Traveled...not on the Road Not Taken.
I'm back on the beaten path. It's a tough place to be. A journey back into the wood.
Ciao 4 niao.
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