Parallel Lines

I've been thinking a lot about lines lately.
About parallel lines and perpendicular lines and straight lines and curved lines and lines that aren't quite parallel but aren't quite perpendicular, either.

I've think lines are like people.

You and I are like parallel lines. Sometimes it seems like we drift closer together and sometimes it seems like we couldn't be farther apart. Parallel lines have a lot in common, but they never meet.

And I think that's pretty sad.

I guess I'd rather want us to be like parallel lines than like perpendicular lines. Perpendicular lines are like some of the saddest people I've ever met. They drift towards one another, meet for just an instant, and then drift apart forever, destined to go their separate ways and never meet again.

Which is pretty sad too.

Curved lines are like lucky people. They intersect with another line once, then can go back and meet with it again and again and again, forever. Curved lines can even bend so close to other lines that they're almost the same line, or at east are almost never not intersecting with another line.

Sometimes I wish we were like curved lines instead of like parallel lines. But I guess that can't happen because if we change line types, we might change people too. If we were like curved lines instead of parallel lines, I wouldn't be me and you wouldn't be you. And that's what I like best about you: you.

I guess you and I are stuck being parallel lines. Forever friends, and can never be lovers...:'(