Had those paths never met...

Each one of us, a different story
With paths intersecting now and then
And so the journey goes on
As the stories intersect
Coming together; drifting apart; 
Or simply becoming one and the same
Merging till the ends.

Some journeys we remember well
Many we wish to forget
But is not memory a stubborn slate?
You try so hard to erase
Yet the lines remain.
Waiting to remind you of that path, that person
That journey through sorrow and heartbreak.

Every fall. Every rise. Every tear. Every smile.
These make the ingredients.
Just think how dull your story would be
Had those paths never met...