It's ridiculous how you send me one message, just one, that has nothing to do with anything other than work, and yet, by sending it, you tell me you still want to be friends, and my heart lightens. It's so. fucking. ridiculous. How is that fair? or even possible?
In truth I think I know. Loving you is awesome and wonderful and delightful and and and...but it would all be for nothing if we couldn't have that friendship we have. Our relationship started with friendship - actually, it started with waiting, for about 3 weeks. and it ended with waiting...also for three weeks. if it starts up again, which it will have if you're reading this, I wonder how long I will have waited for you... - and that's no surprise. Math is always something we shall share.
Someone asked me the other day how I feel about you (I think it was steph) and I answered that I wouldn't want anyone other than you, because of the stupid little things like going to a math meeting with you...That means so much to me. I really enjoyed going to those colloquims, having my brain blasted apart and knowing yours was coping a little bit better, and coming out of them and being able to talk about and discuss the ideas in them...There is no one else I can do that with. Yes, there are other people that love math as much as you and I, but I don't know if any of them think on the same level as you and I. I never want to lose that.
I love you this much, where much is defined as:
$\text{much} := [\forall x \in \mathbb{R}, \exists \epsilon>0 | |x-p|>\epsilon \text{ for some p}]$
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