The lonely one.
That is what she was called, in a story written by a seasoned solitary.
She was called so because no one realized she was lonely— not even herself.
The reason was simple: She had yet to define “loneliness.”
So the woman decided to embark on a journey. To seek the true meaning of something that had quietly clung to her.
She closed her gate softly, So that God wouldn’t notice.
Then she wandered down a straight and empty road. A predictable path. No turns, no crossroads, and no choices.
“Here it is… a fork in the road.”
She halted. After a long journey without options, she was now faced with two directions.
The problem was, she didn’t know which one to choose.
Rather than debating with herself for too long, The woman split herself in two.
“You take the right, I’ll take the left,” said the lonely one to herself, and they went their separate ways.