As children in school, we learnt the depressing fact, that parallel lines never meet.
In real life something else is true.
This is a non-mathematical-and-poetic AND/OR non-poetic-and-mathematical response, to a young one who wrote a lovely poem about misunderstandings, egos, hurts, memories and doubts peppered with with obstinate outlooks.
If destiny plotted attitude vs time, one might possibly see something like this. (With a wild hope that the fibrillation happens at some time :-)....)
(amazingly unscientific graph by me)
born that way.
They were sinusoidal
With some element of shock,
it is still possible
they may fibrillate
meet some day.