Personal Narrative: The Path Not Taken

The roads became more broken down. Suddenly the beeping of the cars startled my thoughts and my world unfroze. I felt the droplets accumulating under my eyes. Tears began rolling down my face. It was at that moment that I realized how honored I was to have everything

As I was walking towards the beach, the sun was beaming straight into my soul. I had the day off from work and decided to take a trip to the beach with my friend. It was a hot summer day, the forecast suggested a very hot and humid day. As I packed my essentials, I made my way to my friend’s house. We then took a while before boarding on the transportation.

He had been traveling this route for ten years, his feet no longer ached and his back no longer felt tight, the journey had permanently made its mark on him. Guy had once been a very handsome man, dark hair and eyes, exceptionally chiseled features, the kind of face that you trusted. He still remained this way, but

Crossing the street, I could feel Texas in the air, it was a cool spring April day, the air was dry, and sweet with new spring foliage. Spring in Texas was favorite time of year. As we are saying our goodbyes, my nieces, Crista seven, and Carrie six are crying so hard it makes my heart ache. Sandra eyes filled with tears, gives me a big hug "I love you Ronda," she says, "I am so proud of you," as she reaches up, and brushes the hair from my eyes, like she had done so many times before.

Everyone around us seemed happy; the children were playing; the parents were laughing; the teenagers were surfing; and the grandparents were walking along the beach. All around us, there was happiness, romance, and excitement. The memories being made here, would last forever. As Robert and I sat on the beach, he laid his head in my lap.

I took that chance and hug him around his waist real tight, not want it to let go. “Don't go,” I whimper, “Please don't go, don't leave me again,”I cry harder in his chest and keep repeating it. He pulls away and he holds my faces in his hands. I saw him looking me in the eyes that fill with love and said, “I won't, I only did because you want me to.” I shook my head back and forth saying no.

I stared at the beautiful purple and red sky shining through the leaves. I sat on the swing and just looked at all the beautiful colors and touching the soft flowers growing in small patches where light had shone through, I looked at some leaves falling and a few flower petals, from the movement of the swing. I also went over the old bridge that creaked as you walked, sounding like an old cabin door on a windy night, I walked quickly as the beautiful sky faded away into a dark and gloomy gray. I shook as I walked up the steps of her house, the shadows of the trees stood over me eerily. I rubbed my forearm feeling the goosebumps.

She examined the wall almost as if she was looking for something among us. Every piece she saw seemed to delight her even more. It was the first time since I had been here that I felt that someone actually noticed me. She had on this shirt that displayed a picture of a meadow. I will never forget that meadow.

We were on the same boat, blindly sailing in the wind. Quickly, the paved road under us gave way to a dirt and gravel path, giving Alicia the cue, “we’re close” she said. I could see the excitement in her eyes, the anticipation of seeing family after spending months away from

We take for granted so many important aspects of our lives. The whisperings sounds of a hummingbird's wings escape our notice. The ability to hold a whimpering puppy in both of our hands is a daily occurrence. We stroll unencumbered down the street ambling at a comfortable pace viewing the magnolia

We take for granted so many important aspects of our lives. The whisperings sounds of a hummingbird's wings escape our notice. The ability to hold a whimpering puppy in both of our hands is a daily occurrence. We stroll unencumbered down the street ambling at a comfortable pace viewing the magnolia

My feelings were indescribable. All of a sudden I started to tear up too, I felt at home, I felt loved, I felt like I had finally found where I belonged. I didn't want to remove my eyes from her image, I wanted the moment to last forever. I had finally found my inner peace. Now whenever I feel alone I know that I am not and that I can trust in the plans setout for me.

Especially for being your first. I thought that we’re metaphorically holding hands together in this life and the hands grasped so tightly that even glue and paper would be ashamed. But it hurts me that the doubts you had suddenly had a way of separating our grasps. The day you decided to end things up, major portion of my happiness went downhill. You tore my heart..

Walking further I felt just like I did on the first day of my new school, like I felt just before my first ever solo dance performance. I look down at the mattress covered with a thin and soft sheet and in the middle of it - wrapped up in a furry blanket - there he

It’s Saturday,and I love you still. Days pass, girls and women talk at and to me, of love or the feelings they imagine to be sweet, and it’s all very nice, and I take comfort where I may, but my brain and my body ache after you. I imagine a million different futures, all with you. My passion shocks me, I don’t often think of myself that way. The other day, when you broke up with mein my basement, Icould have yelled, and screamed, and cursed, and kicked you out, and never accepted you again.