Perpendicular lines have a most lamentable love story, for they are on a collision course, headed straight for each other, destined to cross. But the deplorable part of the entire circumstance is that those same two lines that intersected so perfectly will continue on their individual courses and stray further and further apart, never to meet a single time ever again.
And we were perpendicular lines when our paths crossed head-on, but our meeting was so brief that it can only be defined by a minuscule point on the line of life. We were perpendicular lines when your fingers laced perfectly with mine. We were perpendicular lines when your eyes softened at the sight of me. We were perpendicular lines because we collided once and then veered away from each other. We were destined to meet from the very beginning, when your line and mine were first traced; but we were also destined to drift, as time went on and our lines grew and continued onward.
But who's to say that lines don't curve? Who's to say that lines cannot possibly change their courses and follow new paths? Who's to say that we won't someday become coincident?
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PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
