What’s right to me is wrong to you.

What hurts me heals you.

When I win, you lose.

We are parallel lines.

Train tracks stretching to the horizon, close enough to touch, never meeting.

There is no understanding.

There is no compromise.

I will never fully see you.

You will never fully see me.

So then what is love?

Maybe love was never about seeing the same thing.

Maybe it’s two people staring into completely different worlds and still choosing to walk side by side.

Not because the tracks merge.

But because something deeper than agreement holds them together.

Something that doesn’t need to understand.

Something that was never two things to begin with.