We are an example of perpendicular lines.
We meet at a certain point,
But never see each other again after.
Destined to meet, but not destined to be together.
But I'm still grateful for the time we spent together.
It was fruitful and refreshing.
In some way, my heart felt happy.
In some way, my heart accepted it's broken.
It's sad that we're plotted like this in the Cartesian plane.
But at least we were not parallel.
At least we got to meet.
At least I knew you, the one that made me smile.