Two paths and two people. We meet again but this time with a different name and story. We no longer think the same. We no longer are the same. We once were bonded by silly lies and now our ties are broken. We pass by each other but words are never spoken. What when wrong you may wonder? Nothing, just a sinking summer. We find ourselves in different spots on this little line. Again, I wonder why I can’t try to fix this tie. But sadly it’s too late for me, all our feelings died. I try to repair it, but you don’t want to save it. It’s just two people and two paths, someday we find each other’s lives again.