Once upon a time, there were two colored hearts. The pink heart and the blue heart. They both started off as strangers, but as their circle of friends grew, they found themselves getting pulled to one another. Other shapes kept pushing them together until, one day, they both realized that they've grown feelings for each other. So everyday, the pink heart kept asking the other shapes what it meant for it to grow a centimeter and beat a loud thump each day. Meanwhile, the blue heart bottled up what it actually felt. Time passed, shapes grew and found their mates, tangents met, and seasons aligned. The pink heart and the blue heart each went and lived their separate lives. Reminiscing a love of what could have been if feelings were just shared. If fear wasn't a variable. Unfortunately, they were parallel lines. The blue heart, filled with regret, could only hope, "If only we were perpendicular lines, because a love that is 90 degrees is perfect."