Parallel lines thrill me and sadden me at the same time.
So exact. So perfect. Never straying from their intended path. So beautiful to look at and measure.
Yet…never intersecting. Doomed to live their existence always just out of reach. Equally so. Never able to meet their trusty, unending companion.
Ever extending towards infinity never being able to grow close in their relationship. Infinitely platonic & distant…perfect, calculable distance.
Cold, yet never truly alone and never truly accompanied. What a beautiful, cruel state of being.