The Tale of Two Parallel Lines

"Could you stop?"
"Stop? I beg your pardon?"
"Yea, could you stop making me fall for you?"
"Now, really, what?"
"See, you don't even realize. Don't you know how tiring it is to fall over and over again for someone who does not even realize? Not even once."
"But..."
"Just stop, really. I don't want to want you anymore. It is already tiring to see how compatible we are, how we always think in the same way, how we keep going in the same direction yet we never meet. There is not even a 'we', there is just you and I. You and I, who aim for same future but take the path alone."
"Now, could you, also, stop?"
"Excuse me?"
"Stop playing victim. Stop acting like I don't want to cross path with you, while I actually can't. It's not me who keep barricading myself with tall, unbreakable wall."