I drew a picture of you and me.
I drew mine a little taller to hopefully match you.
But I am still the short, inconspicuous me.
Because it made you look ugly and you didn't look like me, so I folded it into a paper airplane and let it fly away.
We still you are you and I am me.
Living a life without intersection,
Have happiness that has nothing to do with each other.
Conception: