'Have I told you how similar we are? How easy it was to share my life with you?' 'But, what if, we are like those parallel lines? Always close, but never together?' 'Where and how would we meet then?' . . . . . 'I would bend the lines to meet you' - - - -- - - - -- - -- -- - - - -

There's more to them than meets the eye. Living the dreams of every man and woman on the street, they are the ideal, they are the fantasy. But beneath the facade lies the hollow framework, the family tradition, holding them together so precariously. Things only get s