Asymmetry

It had a strange shape to it, really.

The square I put us in, that night under the stars. I thought we'd never leave, the lines drawn so carefully, one side for me, one side for you, two shapes of different dimensions pushed together into a whole. Surely a bond like that could never be broken?

The circle of your hands, the warmth of your skin under mine, the circles of your eyes when you laughed and peeked at me from your chair. The circles that overlapped like venn diagrams, each of us allowing the other to enter, at least for a moment. I thought it would last longer. That's all. We didn't have to agree completely, for the two circles to hold together. But I guess there wasn't enough in that little oval section, not enough to bind us, not enough to keep us together.

The triangle broke us apart. Not a triangle of love, not like in the stories. In fact it was quite mundane. A three point punch.

"I'm sorry but-"

"I don't want to -"

"Be together anymore."

A triangular dagger, wedged into me, so easily, so casually, on that same bench we had first put our shapes into one square. The place our circles had nearly fully overlapped.

A triangle painted onto the floor. A lopsided shape, one where one side is always slightly smaller. "Can we be friends?" Because of course, of course we can, of course we will.

Even when a shape changes shape, even when it shakes and breaks and fractures into little pieces, even then. Two who were once square will stay forever connected, a shapeless cord linking our souls together.