Just like a parallel line, we would have a lot of common.
And go for miles on the same direction.
But no matter how long we go,
we’ll never cross each other’s path, I KNOW.
How I wish we were an intersection.
At some point we’ll cross each other’s existence and build a connection.
But then again, once we meet, i’m afraid that’s the first and last.
Because in this kind of love, nothing is built to last.
Just Joana 