I was walking with a blindfold on.
You were beside me, holding my hand, and whispering sweet nothings into my ear.
I didn't know where we were, or where we were going, but I trusted you as my guide.
Ignorance had never felt so blissful.
Suddenly the blindfold was ripped off, and you were gone.
I fell to the ground. I was lost and cold.
I looked around me, blinking my eyes against the sunlight. It was too much to bear.
I closed my eyes and reached out for your hand. It wasn't there.
Angrily, I beat the ground with my fists and then cried until no more tears would come.
I laid there still for some time and then I re-opened my eyes. This time I allowed the sun to hurt me.
Soon, the sun started to warm my skin. The pain began to change form.
It melted away like wax from a candle; slowly from the inside, working it's way out.
I looked up at the world around me and realised I wasn't lost at all.
I got up, brushed myself off, and started walking.
I'm walking now on sturdy legs and with a smile on my face because I know I'm going to be okay.
It was my path we had been walking on all along, and this was just part of the journey.