MissMokushiroku
It's dark now, too dark to see. This is a problem. I'm heading higher and higher and can see less and less--I'd always heard the opposite.
We both are broken, bits and pieces chipped off and imperfectly glued back together. We don't even fit together that well, technically. But we make it work. We fill the gaps with gold and we are even more beautiful.
All squares are rectangles, but not all rectangles are squares. Subsets and supersets. A = B, but B =/= A.
I don't know how to handle you sometimes. Math was never my strong suit.
We satisfied each other as no human being or otherworldly force in the universe can. I love you so, so much. But you are gone. There is nothing left. The universe is an empty, desolate place without you. Goodbye.