Have you ever met someone whom you consider as the perfect one for you?
Someone whom you feel at home with, like a reflection of your self, despite all the things that you don’t really have in common, and regardless of your religious, cultural, emotional and social differences…
Someone who laughs at your jokes, even if they are not funny and downright corny or plain. Someone who would agree to your wildest, craziest, and sometimes criminally inclined ideas. Someone who knocks you off your feet, while lifting your soul up to cloud 9.
I have… almost, but not quite.
Because although it seems like we’re a perfect match, we turned out to be the perfect representation of the saddest love stories Math has ever told…
Of parallel lines, who were never meant to meet. Of tangent lines, who were together once then parted forever. And of asymptotes, who could only get closer and closer, but could never be together.
