gears.

do you ever feel like you met someone at the wrong part of their life and yours? like your life and his life are two giant cogs, rotating next to each other, for that instant, however brief, they come together and fit perfectly. then they part and are alone once more. and then you feel naked, without his beside yours, because your grooves and his grooves fit together so beautifully. and you hope and wish upon a star that the rotation of both of your cogwheels is not a constant so that the time where you are apart goes much faster than the time you previously spent together. and then, when they come together once more, time slows almost to a complete standstill so you can have infinitely more time together...