Bad Math

Facts and figures about my love come haunting me as if they were the measure of the sorrow to come. I call them facts and figures not with the purpose of quantifying them or listing them, but with the intention of making them concrete and tenable. “I love you,” I say some times. Then you reply, more often than not, “are you sure?” Those times I imagine you are looking for a sign that will make my words irrevocable and actual, both sound and steps. However, some other times I believe you just want to make me doubt—probably you want both things.

The facts are as follow, I love you. These are the figures: ad infinitum.

The above statement can be shown in a integral as: ad absurdum

The problem with these facts and figures is that they require a little more understanding than mere math to make sense of them. Which signs would signal evidence to prove that there are such things as love and infinity? Ultimately the only demonstration I can provide for such statements is that of a leap of faith.

Believe me, for there is no other way to feel love than in an attempt to embrace that which will obviously escape all attempts to be wrapped in arms and lips. That what is unexplainable and has no demonstration other than regular cues; like when my skin shivers and your eyes remain wide open.