Where Lines Almost Touch

On shared past and its lasting impact

July 2024

We’re definitely asymptotic. I could draw the line to infinity, and we would never touch. It’s almost as if we were never meant to cross paths. But we’re not math. And although we meet once, twice, or thrice, we end up going on with our lives, all the damn time.

But hey, what we were and are now is like a well-tended garden, beautiful and flourishing in its time, now a cherished memory of blooms that once were. In the middle of it stands our tree that bore fruit, a testament to our time together.

Yet, however distant we are now, I would shamelessly admit one thing: even after we parted ways, the memories of us linger like echoes in a canyon, reverberating in the quiet moments.

And in the end, with all my might, I am keeping all the archives of you, of us, like a message in a bottle, floating in the sea, because shoving it into a vault in the back of my mind doesn’t do me the justice of freeing us both.