You believed in the theory of parallel lines, I believed in magnetism. Our minds had a perpendicular pull, you sided with math, I chose to trust physics. Though in my class we discussed optics, it was still hard to decipher why I fell inlove with someone on the parallel pole, I couldn't quite catch why someone as clear as you can cause so much blur to someone like me. You were my sidekick though, my partner, my buddy, my best friend. Maybe that's why we were never on opposite directions. My vector was in space with your vector. My displacement equaled yours. And although null will still be null, our relationship was destined never to go dull. Somehow we were walking the same path, somehow you knew where I was going, I didn't bother to ask because all I ever wanted was to always belong in your past. I didn't want to forget you, and I thought maybe I didn't want you to forget me either. But I knew that was impossible because whenever they mention my name you would always stay triggered. Like how when the north is mentioned,the south will always come running in circles. Always on standby, always ready to fly. We had this white string attached to our hearts, one that will never keep us apart. And whenever you feel lost you would always find yourself walking straight to me. All graphs in trigonometry never fail to envy that line you travel everytime you follow that string that kept us connected.
But ever since I learned about astronomy, I started to think... If only (maybe) we were in a different timezone, if only we belonged to different worlds, if only we weren't so trapped in this very moment. Maybe we could have gone farther. Maybe instead of a white string, the universe will randomly pick another color-- give us, a red one perhaps? So instead of walking the same path and having the same destination, we could have bumped into each other while walking on intersecting roads. We'd share our differences and laugh in symmetry. TSH, I can't believe these thoughts were brought by astronomy. Because astronomy left me praying to the stars, to the gods, to give me a black hole that will swallow our past. To give me a new beginning, because I'm ready to face the darkness if it means sharing the light with you. Because perhaps in that light, our like poles will never fight again, because perhaps at the end of the horizon our parallel lines would meet, because maybe... Just maybe, at the end of that (tunnel) tornado of darkness, our love will be given the chance to revolve. Like how the earth runs around its orbit, everyday just patiently searching for the end only to find out that one day, the sun will eventually lose its light and explode to a billion bits. Creating a supernova and bringing tragedy to everything around it-- even the ones it once loved. (That thought just went wrong somehow)
