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:: Friday, September 02, 2005 ::

parallel lines

It used to be so innocent.

For almost two years, things were constantly in motion. We could always take the lemons of distance and make that thirst-quenching batch of lemonade like it was nothing. What we had was pure. What we had was honest. And then two nights ago I got a phone call and, just like that, everything we had worked so hard for came crashing down like a house of cards.

She no longer wanted to be perpendicular lines joined at our wonderful little axis. Rather, she thought it best that she change the geometry. I was now a parallel line. And as we all know, parallel lines never meet. And as the salty tears rolled down my face and passed my lips, I realized my words fell on deaf ears. There was nothing left for me to do but tell her how much she'd meant to me all this time and say my goodbyes. We came so close.

Now my insides are a mess.

Yesterday I began picking up whatever pieces of my heart were left off the floor to get on with my lonely life. Then last night I received a call. One I didn't expect. It seems she wants to double-check her math. Now all I can do is sit here and wait. Do you know how hard that is? To give someone that kind of power over matters of the heart? I don't want to even think about it for fear of building up a false sense of hope, only to be devastated again. The things we do for the chance at love.

Last, I just want to share a Shins verse with you because it's all I can think about today:

You want to jump and dance
But you sat on your hands
And you lost your only chance.

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