I remember playing 1+1 by Beyonce for you. I told you that this was how I felt about you. You smiled at me. Now that I think about it, maybe you were really laughing at me. Was I funny to you? Was my love for you humorous?
You were the 1 and I was the 1 and together, we made 2, was that somehow unfathomable to you, somehow incorrect? You could have told me.
I wished you'd said something. Anything. Said I was wrong, that my math was off somehow. That you weren't the 1, you weren't the addend to my addend. You weren't completely sure what number you were. 0 perhaps?
Maybe you were in someway already a 2 - had someone already added to you, you were their 1 and therefore there was no way that you could have been involved into my equation?
So somehow you subtracted yourself from me over time, leaving me unsolvable, my signs changing daily. Not sure if I am to add you anymore, am I to continue to let you subtract, remember that time we could have multiplied?
Now, here I am, left divided.
I've always hated math.