Lines

If maths has taught me anything,
it’s the kind of relationship I have with everyone;
we are all straight lines,
travelling from one side of the world to another.

Some of us are skew lines –
we have nothing in common,
or very little,
and that’s okay because
we might never meet in this life time.

And then you have your parallel lines –
we have a few things in common,
and we make good friends to one another because of it.
However, some of us are so alike
that we could either be the best of friends
or worst enemies
depending on if you really can handle someone who is quite like you.
Despite this though,
for good or for bad,
we can never mean more to each other than just this
because parallel lines don’t meet;
we remain next to each other
and nothing more can come from it.

Others are just intersections in our lines –
we meet at one point in our lives
before we part forever.
For some of us,
that’s a good thing;
simply because some relationships just don’t end well,
and it gives me some comfort to know
that as I continue to live my life,
I move further away from you.
But that is not as pleasant an idea
if someone I love,
I can hold on to only at one point in my life
before they’re gone for good.

We are a series of lines –
similar to some
and vastly different to others:
some of us are just meant to meet,
while others just miss out
by opportunities we would never know we had missed.