Alone in the Universe

Two lovers cross on a line. When do they cease to be one? Are we always meant to be? Questions unrelated, but connected in my mind. Take one step to the left; maybe you would be killed in the stead of another. Would that impact the world? Could you save millions of people by dying? Would you become a tyrant instead? My mind wonders, sends signals, connects the concepts.
Now I see him. And him. And yet another him. I wonder if I were not who I am, who would I be?
I believe in fate.
I believe in the world's ending.
I trust in circles.
I am taken away from this place as an individual. I am far from home, left in space. But I still feel. I am weightless, and I can see my life before me. It is dark and meaningless. Or is it bright and happy? What I choose to see is my reality.
But then he appears in front of me. Do I acknowledge? Do I know him, and does he know me? Now I feel pain and worry. And I float on. I circle the globe, I move on to the universe. Here I am, I am here. Somewhere in my own being, I am still alive and can never die. But it doesn't matter where I go, I keep running into somebody.
Do they know who they are?
I move away to another place. Am I looking for something? Will that something find me? Contemplation is my life now. I have all the time in the universe. So I move on.
Learning to be satisfied is hard to do; but I will continue to try. Must I settle for satisfaction? Will it find me? I find that the question is nill, and the answer is neither. We meet eachother at the corner of the Universe. After all the places I've been, after all the places he's been, we are here together.
As individuals.
Can you call it love? Can you call it ceasing to exist?
I say neither.
Against all odds, we meet. We love, and we live.