You and I were just the same, running around the world chasing our dreams, weaving colourful dramas out of our mundane monochrome lives.
You and I were just the same, building bridges made of thoughts to reach out to each other whenever words fell short and spoke often with our eyes.
You and I were just the same, treading on the same plane carrying each others burden and revelling in each others happiness though our paths were never alike.
You and I are still just the same, or maybe that's what I like to think so we only chose to move ahead in different directions now.
You and I will always be just the same we sure will change with time and age but deep inside me a part of you lives and in you I shall continue to exist.
You and I belong to the same old story, only now writing different versions of it in our heads, and living the tale of parallel lines that would never converge.