I want you to know the inflection between the concavity of my collarbone and the convexity of my breast. i want you to differentiate the million ways I’m silently screaming that I love you. Our relationship is a periodic function, with peaks of infatuation, minimums of fights, and a constant amplitude of two. The two of us alone on a graph. Most roll their eyes, some ‘hate math’, or they ‘just don’t get it’. But we see the significance and the defiance of probability in the constants and periodicity and symmetry, and then we align.