They are two parallel lines that will never intersect.
A blur, a sinking
A love, a despair
Like a moth to a flame, she was trapped in it and couldn't extricate herself, and he couldn't help but sink deeper and deeper into it.
Loved, hurt, cried, tired, and finally separated
She said, can you give me an explanation?
He left her with a back view, desperate but still insisting: I'm sorry.