I cannot say that I am surprised to hear the words coming from your mouth, or the echos bouncing inside of my head. All I can do is nod along and accept the new path that is being paved for me. I pray that I will not have to walk it alone, but if I must, then I will.

I don’t know where the new path will lead me, if it is a new place, a new face, a new point of view. I cannot tell you what the weather will be like up ahead, just that I hope you got your rain coat on you – just in case. I can’t tell you what it will be like there, if it’s warm and inviting or cold and lonely.

All I can say for sure is: There must be flowers somewhere, especially if it’ll rain. And of there is rain, we can stomp in the mud puddles. If it is sunny, we can pick a bouquet to give to my grandmother.

And it could be, you and me.