Maybe we were meant to cross lines, you and I. Be together for a brief moment, enjoy each other's company for a little time …like the lines that cross each other at one point … Maybe we loved each other at that point. But the lines that cross, they don't stay together for long. They go their own way. South & north. East & west. Off they go and they will never meet. But the point that made them together once will always be there. As they will never meet someone like that ever again.
We are the sides of a same coin. Each other's mirror. Each other's soulmate. We run the same way and we go to the same place. We long for each other but like the parallel lines that never meet we see each other from afar. We will never meet even though we are on the same road. Straight we will go, running beside each other. But never together.