Three men. Three lives, three relationships, and the three women they love.
The first man is leaving his home to go follow his wife who lives abroad. A few weeks before he leaves, his childhood home burned down.
The second man just lost his girlfriend due to a very tragic break-up. He’s moved out of his parent’s house and now makes a bid for independence.
The third man just recently entered his first formal relationship. He is slowly becoming the main breadwinner of his family, so it will be awhile before he leaves his ancestral home.
Three lives living variations of the same theme: love, relationships and family. Perhaps, penultimately, this is a theme of home.
One man loses his home and chases after the woman who is his home.
One man loses his woman and leaves his home in order to chase after the woman he lost.
One man finds his woman and fights for his home.
Two stories about loss. One story about discovery and not letting go.
I am the third man. The first two are dear friends whom I consider my surrogate brothers.
I can’t help but think of myself. I ought to be happy for myself and where my life is headed, and I am. But it’s a happiness marred by grief for my friends’ losses. The loss of a home. The loss of a woman.
I can’t help but think about our lives, where they parallel each other and where they diverge. I also think about the friend I am losing due to distance, while not far away, I think about the friend that I am losing to the demons he is fighting in his head.
Three men, walking one road, coming to a tri-pronged fork in the path. Each must walk his own way now.
And this is the irony: I am no longer lonely.
But why do I still feel so alone?
