Honey, you and I are parallel lines.
We're in the same place, on the same plane. We can be as close as we want to, but we can never touch. Or else we'd lose ourselves. We'd lose our identity, our labels. We'd no longer be parallel lines.
We both don't want that. We both don't want to lose this. This game of cheap thrills is just too exciting to abandon. And we don't want be a whole new type of line. We'd never intersect, we'd never meet.
Next to each other but never intersecting. Seeing each other but never truly meeting. Just, please, oh please, grant me this one wish. Let me glance at you from afar and continue dreaming.
The fool that I am, will live on. Dreaming about a love that's impossible to happen. But, at the very least, I continue living. I continue dreaming.