You and I are two parallel lines.
Practically speaking, we can never meet.
Theoretically, we do at infinity.
Where is infinity?
How do you get there?
How can you stay there?
My love,
my infinity is where the heart is
where no one can take things away from us.
We cannot reach within our own hearts.
We only know they beat inside us
while belonging to someone else.
Mine is yours,
and so I will not lose it.
You will never lose it.
If one day yours, too, became mine,
we would no longer be parallel lines.
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 8:39 AM UTC
You and I are two parallel lines.
Practically speaking, we can never meet.
Theoretically, we do at infinity.
Where is infinity?
How do you get there?
How can you stay there?
My love,
my infinity is where the heart is
where no one can take things away from us.
We cannot reach within our own hearts.
We only know they beat inside us
while belonging to someone else.
Mine is yours,
and so I will not lose it.
You will never lose it.
If one day yours, too, became mine,
we would no longer be parallel lines.
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