Silver Mathematics

You will always be the #1 number 2 in my life. The first, first thing that I love the second most. You will always almost be practically my beginning. But even then, don't forget: that you make up the mathematical equation that equals the square root to the power of my love. You are the measured dosage that numbs my lips, not allowing them to spit you out - only letting the secret of your answers drip from my mouth against my will. You are the empathy that calculatedly crawls from between my fingers into the hands of the homeless as I sit at a red light daydreaming about the lessons of your being. ..the power in your presence ...the precision in your power. You are the addition that adds meaning, subtracts pain, multiplies complication, but divides loneliness. You simplify the complexity of isolation. ...turning (e)X's into kindergarten math problems, reminding me that they were only the 1+1's that taught me the basics until you showed me the trigonometric functions of your passion with the parabola that is your smile. You are the 99% that makes that #1 seem insignificant. You gracefully love the probability of our areas colliding. From the sum of the cells beneath your feet to the hairs atop your head, I've mastered the rhythmic patterns of my pencil figure-skating infinities to answer the question of what you mean to me. You are the first place winner to the silver medal of my heart. But with all that said: you're only number 2... because I have to love myself first.

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