I step foot into the wooded area, memories of hot metal slides, chanting songs and emptying gallons of sand from a tiny shoe. Today it’s just me, here to meet an old friend a friend who chose a different path. The reminiscent joy fades a bit and I sit on a swing sad there is no one in my life to give me a push. I wait longer than I think I should, some things never change. Then two beautiful sandy blondes walk towards me, my friend the one I lost so painfully years ago. Her 5 year old whom I have never met stares at me from behind her mother. What a unique pain that is, wishing this meeting was just like everyone other day, friends in a park laughing together. Dwelling on pathes not chosen leaves one forever cursed.