In life everybody forges their own path. You make your decisions and take turns, living with the consequences.
As I had reached my destination I looked back at my life. I looked at the path I chose to go.
A highway with many trespassers caught my eyes first. Worn out, dull, but fast and reassuring to reach one's destination. And just besides the highway, a small trail. Rocky, overgrown and not so sure where it would lead.
The trail would definitely bear some hardships, pain and fear. But also joy, happiness and adventures. It would lead through flourishing valleys, green hills, over mountains and rivers, into forests and caves, deserts and seas. It would show you miracles of life and nature, giving you love and stories to tell.
Nonetheless it would be rocky and hard, dangerous and unsafe. Not clear if it would even lead to your desired destination, but definitely to your destined one.
And here I am, looking back at my life, at the path I took, the path I made for myself.
All the hardships, all the rocks, all the bruises and scars I took from falling down. Just to stand up again, pressing forth and further to finally find shelter in your strong arms. To find hope in your words and love in your eyes.
You, my destined one, my cariad, my perfect half.
To find you at the end of my path, I would endure all the hardships again and even more if needed.
AN: I am no native speaker, so I welcome all the constructive critique you can offer me