life lines

Our friendship could be likened to perpendicular lines.

For only one brief moment, do we cross paths. And in that short time, memories are forged. Memories of laughing to the point of tears; of screaming our lungs out to the lyrics of songs.

Then, we move on. But not as if nothing happened. No.

We will always have the memories. We will always remember that at one point in life, our lives coincided. Let's call that our intersection point.

And as stated, we move on. We might meet again. Maybe not.

Ah well. Better to have met than not at all.

Better perpendicular than parallel I suppose.

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The Narrative - Waiting Room