3. Intersecting Lines

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We're like intersecting lines, you and I, 
Together for a short time, 
Separated for eternity, 
Tormented by memories, 
Tormented by what could have been. 

We met at a point so brief,
A moment where everything clicked, 
Pulled apart by fate, 
walking our separate paths, 
Forever haunted by that lost connection. 

Each step away from you is heavy, 
Each day a reminder of what we had, 
Something that could have been, 
But never will be, 
Just a shadow of a dream, lingering in my mind. 

Echoes in each other's past, 
Two lines that touched, then slipped away, 
Left to wander in our own directions,
Carrying the weight of unfulfilled promises,
And the ache of knowing it's gone,
Lost to time, yet etched in eternity.

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