parallel lines
I met a girl who felt like my mirror—a parallel line to my own. Our thoughts aligned, our roots intertwined, yet she said, “We’re parallel lines. We know each other, but we’ll never meet.” Her certainty lingered, and though it stung, I chose to respect her view.
Still, I couldn’t resist saying, “You’re right—parallel lines don’t meet in Euclidean geometry. But the real world isn’t Euclidean. Time and space bend under the pull of celestial bodies, making intersections possible where none seemed to exist. Maybe not today, but someday, even parallel lines can meet.” Her faint smile made it feel like the universe was already bending.