He's got the whole world in his hands. At least, that's what they think.

How could she leave me without saying goodbye?

Parallel lines. That’s what we are. Always beside each other, being so similar. But never meeting, never touching. The two of us, we are only but parallel lines.

He made dolls for a living. Each and everyday he'd work on finishing a doll. Except for one, no matter what, he couldn't finish that one. For that one was special, he had to perfect it.

                Although his smile was sweet and beautiful, it wasn't special. It wasn't special because it wasn't genuine.                 Although she rarely spoke, she had words that ran through her mind. Constant memories that needed to be let go.

                When was the first time you met the love of your life? Twenty years ago? Ten years ago? Yesterday? Today? Or maybe it'll be tomorrow? We meet thousands of people throughout our lifetime and fall for several of them. We gain some and we lose some. Sometimes we forget them and the second time we meet is actually the first time.