We are kind of, sort of, like, intersecting lines.
Our paths crossed at the point of intersection, a place where everything just felt right. I've got to know the real you. I've got to share every bit of a second with you.
But, we are just a couple of passersby in each other's world. The time will come when we need to separate ways, but please don't ever become a stranger.
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