<p>She’s my Marie, and I’m her Meursault. </p>
<p>We’ll likely separate after graduation, never to meet again.</p>
<p>Two paths, finally intersecting after 16 years. </p>
<p>Only to deviate after two years. </p>
<p>So what is the point? Building bonds to be broken; we aren’t adenosine triphosphates. </p>
<p>Perhaps one should take a more optimistic view. Carpe diem, enjoy what precious few months we have left, and accept the inevitable separation of our paths. </p>
<p>And just maybe, just maybe, the world is small enough, that our paths shall intersect again.</p>