I have known a princess (according to her ha...) for over a year. We started as a simple co-death eaters headed by she-who-must-not-be-named. I walked to her and begun, “Di ba ikaw si Febelyn?” …only to find out after a long talk, she is my long lost sister Narcissa.
From then on, we were like parallels, lines on the same plane, on the same angle; and literally speaking, having the same direction and course… just like parallel lines, you can’t call it parallel with the absence of the other line. hmmm… confused? example, direction toward CR, canteen, or sometimes home. :)
Intersection
Time came when our paths must change directions. We are no longer on the same angle, the same direction, same length (if it counts). Many commented that it will be the downfall, the eclipse, the end of our friendship. But no, i called it a detour.
The princess must go on a different direction, this is a must; A sacrifice, a risk. Only one simple explanation i could give, that is:
For so long we've been wandering and wondering why we are on the same plane but never meets, one took a risk. We might be on different angles and directions, this we gave up for us to finally meet half way.
