Walking through the forest I noticed something, a little gnome? No, it seems, just a little man. He seemed lost, confused. It seemed he needed a little help so I decide to let him join me. We walked for miles and he seemed to know his way around the forest well and, it seemed, his confusion quickly passed. He started to seem very confortable, walking there next to me.
After we made it out of the forest and to a clearing it seemed that it was time for us to part ways. Each of us to find our own way. It was a difficult conversation, my little friend did not take it well. His confusion from just hours ago was no replaced with certainty that he needed me and I, him. 'You helped me through the forest, my good man, but now it is time for me to find my own way,' though it was difficult for some reason for me to say these words. He became very animated and seemed to grow, and twitch. The humble, gnome-like man who had helped me through a difficult time now was becoming more goblin like. It was then that I made the firm decision that these were to be our last steps together and just like that he seemed to shrink, and fade away.
I still see him from time to time, in my rear view mirror or in the back of my closet. He looks confused again, lost. Perhaps it is to remain that way. I hope that I do not need him again.
After we made it out of the forest and to a clearing it seemed that it was time for us to part ways. Each of us to find our own way. It was a difficult conversation, my little friend did not take it well. His confusion from just hours ago was no replaced with certainty that he needed me and I, him. 'You helped me through the forest, my good man, but now it is time for me to find my own way,' though it was difficult for some reason for me to say these words. He became very animated and seemed to grow, and twitch. The humble, gnome-like man who had helped me through a difficult time now was becoming more goblin like. It was then that I made the firm decision that these were to be our last steps together and just like that he seemed to shrink, and fade away.
I still see him from time to time, in my rear view mirror or in the back of my closet. He looks confused again, lost. Perhaps it is to remain that way. I hope that I do not need him again.
