Some people think it's sad that two perpendicular lines touch only once
and then drift farther and farther away forever.  
Some people think it’s sadder that two parallel lines are so close to meeting,
but never ever do.  
They think those lines just travel the same course alone, eternally.  
But if I’m a line and you’re a line it’ll be okay.  
I don’t mind.  
Wherever I go you’re right there next to me.  
Sure, we can’t hold hands,
sure we can’t embrace,
we can never kiss.  
But, if we were perpendicular, it’d be the worst.  
I’d meet you
and you’d meet me
and you’d be gone.
You'd turn away
and just go on.  
Just keep going with out looking back.  
I would too.  
I’d miss your lips and your face and your hands.  
You would have been mine, but only for a moment.  
I like it parallel.  
You aren’t mine and I’m not yours.  
We belong to ourselves, but together.  
You see?  
I’m glad that we can never be,
you have you and I have me.  
And that makes us very good for each other.  
We’ll always be together,
as long as we’re apart.