I am lonely on my path. It's long, it's difficult, it's stony. Your company makes it pleasurable. But I have to realise I can't make you walk the path I'm walking.

We're meant for different paths, you and I.

So we walk separate paths. But what if the paths never meet? What if they never converge? What if they veer further away from each other? What if we lose sight of each other?

I am frightened of losing sight of you.