And the geometry of love
One day we were obsessed with each other and the next, it felt as if we were strangers.
We met each other, liked each other, and fell in love at great speed.
Our obsession with each other picked up so rapidly
until the inertia of our lives
forced us to collide perfectly perpendicularly.
I felt as if I was experiencing perfection
in its purest and most precise form.
But after a while, it didn’t feel that way.
The drama, euphoria, and desperation in our infant love
overlooked a simple yet universal truth:
the mathematical tendency
of two people finding each other
who may not be meant for each other.
Because perpendicular lines
will only meet