Come with me

"Come with me" she asked and I started walking the path she took me to. I did not ask where we were going or how we will reach there because it did not matter. It did not matter because I was walking with her and that made me happy. We walked together to a path where I could see no future, but was sure she did. I never asked her what she saw. I trusted her judgement, so we walked. We walked for days without seeing the destination, but we enjoyed the journey and that kept us going.

After walking for many days together I realized she was no longer there by my side. I stopped, turned and looked back. She was there, standing, not sure about the path anymore. She did not want to go further. She did not tell me why and I did not ask her. I did not have to. I just raised my hand towards her hoping she would come as I did. I waited for her to come, but she did not. I was disappointed, but I knew what I had to do. I continued my journey further.

Now I am alone, still walking the same path. Still not sure of the destination. Yet I am walking because I know it is the path she had chosen for me and I know she would have wanted to see me reach the destination, wherever it leads. I don't know why she gave up halfway, she would have had her reasons. I will not give up. I will complete the journey. Her journey. Our journey. My journey.