Parallel Hearts

Romantic, but guarded

Christina’s World (1948) by Andrew Wyeth

Stay in your lane
I’ll stay in mine
parallel hearts
that almost align

Close enough
to feel the heat
far enough
to stay complete

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Distance sometimes arrives quietly.
It shows in where someone’s attention goes when no one is watching.
“Stay in your lane” begins gentle, almost respectful.
But underneath, one heart stays steady while the other drifts slightly to the side.
Not enough to break anything out loud, just enough to be felt.

Parallel hearts.
Closeness without pressure.
Moving together, side by side.
Yet there’s something quieter, too. How easy it is to look aligned while living just a little out of reach.

There’s warmth, but also awareness of where it lands… and where it doesn’t.

And yet, the space between always speaks.

Instead of chasing or questioning, I stay whole.
I remain in my lane… not out of pride, not out of stubbornness, but out of self-respect.

Because what’s meant to come together
doesn’t need to be hidden, redirected, or held somewhere else.

If it’s real, it won’t linger in the spaces that leave you out of it.