It's a sunny day in June, and they are at the beach. He is thirty-eight years old, married, father of two, and Regional Manager of Dunder Mifflin, Scranton. As their boys frolic in the sand, he looks over and sees his wife, busily sketching in her notebook.
"Pam?"
"Yeah?" she answers, distracted.
"I love you."
She looks up. "I know," she says, and smiles her thousand-watt smile at him.
In his mind, he looks back at the road which led him here, and realizes that, when it all comes down to it, there was really only one path to choose.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost
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