And losing your way on a journey is unfortunate.
But, losing your reason for the journey, is a fate more cruel.
Can we pick up the pieces, we seem to have drifted so far away. I couldn't find the words then, I couldn't find it now either. But, the reason then and now, is so vastly different. What went wrong? Two parallel lines, that go so inextricably interwined, and then seperated into two different exponential lines. Maybe they'll intersect later on, or maybe they'll move further away from each other. Inside I'm hoping the two lines will always intersect, and their lives will be so deeply interwined with each other.
As the date draws closer, I get more uneasy. I'm so thankful for my p6 class. Just one albeit very disgusting&ugly picture, but drew 30+ comments. They're the epitome of forever friends. We've seperated for nearly 6 years now, but yet we're still able to pick off from where we last left off.