When paths are crossed...

When frenz=>acquaintances=>strangers...we once cross paths with each other. If paths r straight, our paths'll never cross again.

If ever our paths are crossed, we became friends at the cross point. When we continue on our journeys, we will have to let go of each other and bringing only memories with us. Soon, we will treat each other as acquaintance. Slowly, when memories fade, we become strangers. Without that little effort to curve our paths, we may never meet again.